<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158</id><updated>2012-01-01T02:26:48.482+08:00</updated><category term='college entrance exams'/><category term='racism'/><category term='mind matters'/><category term='personal views'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='gossip girl'/><category term='matters of the heart'/><category term='tv show'/><category term='ym'/><category term='college'/><category term='goals'/><category term='daily post'/><category term='school'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='mall escapades'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='preparation for college'/><category term='summer'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='short story'/><category term='current events'/><category term='family'/><category term='religion'/><category term='anime'/><category term='pissed off'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Pancake Batter Anomaly</title><subtitle type='html'>Pancakes, anyone?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5231910729650703000</id><published>2012-01-01T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T02:26:48.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year that was 2011</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, 2011 was one of the worst and toughest years in my life. I've had the worst grades, the worst taste in men and the worst luck in life. But I have moved on and sworn to myself that I will use every single experience to make myself better. Of course, my year isn't exactly filled with dark clouds and heavy downpour. There were also things that I am very thankful for, and here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jonah and Yeyel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are like my long lost siblings. I really cherish both of them because we are three very different people but we seem to get along well. We usually go out and spend time together whenever possible. Yeyel is a drummer in the pep squad and he's quite busy so we don't get to hang out much. Jonah is my lab partner in Chem 17. She also likes to read books like me. I met both them in 2010 but we got really close in 2011. We were classmates in almost all subjects but we only talked during the middle of the semester. Because of our common love for How I Met Your Mother, we got really close, and the rest is &lt;3. I really love these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. UP ALCHEMES (Academic League of Chemical Engineering Students)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became an applicant last semester. I still remember having trouble in picking which department organization to join, but now I have no regrets in joining UP ALCHEMES. UP ALCHEMES gave me a chance to meet people in the department from different year levels. They are all friendly and nice! I made a lot of good friends in ALCHEMES. It also gave me a lot of opportunities. I enjoyed playing football in the sports clinic while getting real muddy in the Sunken Garden. I also enjoyed the team building activity before our final rites. I loved every single activity in the application process. My buddy, Kuya Pao, helped me to finish my application process. I love surrounding myself with these people. &lt;3 My first Engineering Week as a member was a blast thanks to these people. During that time I really felt our oneness and our org spirit, even though we had a lot of default games. I will surely join mini-games next time. The Dulaang Eng'g experience was also fun because I haven't performed anything on stage in a very long time. I just loooooove my org. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ze alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a goody two-shoes for as long as I can remember. I detest alcohol when I was in high school. I thought it brought out the worst in people, and that it is a waste of money. That was until 2011. I learned that it isn't bad to drink alcohol. In fact, I enjoyed being tipsy because I felt a little numb. I also learned to loosen up a bit because I have missed out a lot when I was a kid for being a goody two-shoes. I also learned to control myself and to know when to stop. This does not only apply to drinking, but to my life in general. I don't really know when to stop until # 3 happened. And don't drink without trustworthy friends who are willing to take you home when you are drunk (HI I KNOW YOU AREN'T GOING TO READ THIS BUT THANK YOU FRIENDSSSS). XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My boardmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never stress enough how I love my roomies who have been there for me since 2010. Thank you for always comforting me through every failed exam, every failed attempt, every heartbreak and every broke moment. Lol. I love these people. We all moved together to a different boarding house this year. We are not floormates anymore and we have been divided into four rooms. I love the fact that we still go to the reception area to watch TV and share stories together after a rough day. I love them to bits. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these people, 2011 has been bearable. I am always, always hoping for the best this 2012. Cheers to a good year! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5231910729650703000?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5231910729650703000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5231910729650703000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5231910729650703000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5231910729650703000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#5231910729650703000' title='The year that was 2011'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-3170752861189908296</id><published>2011-12-03T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:30:30.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Breather</title><content type='html'>I thought taking 19 units would be easier than having Chem this semester. Gahhhhhd. It's only been three weeks but I'm already exhausted. I'm even beginning to question why I'm taking chemical engineering. It's too tiring to walk from Eng'g to Math and back. I'm also beginning to regret taking Bio 1. I should've stuck to 16 units, but it's too risky.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only fun thing in my life right now is my org and the company of my friends. Aside from those, I feel like I'm slipping away. But I should take a grip. I must. Gah. Oh well. I should study for MatE now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-3170752861189908296?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3170752861189908296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=3170752861189908296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3170752861189908296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3170752861189908296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#3170752861189908296' title='Breather'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-7766615665825412915</id><published>2011-11-25T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T22:06:58.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matters of the heart'/><title type='text'>I don't know where else to go.</title><content type='html'>My feelings are just too much that I cannot contain them anymore. I tried hiding them and suppressing them by finding another person to give it to, but it was only temporary. Everything somehow leads me back to you. You may find it creepy but yes, I've liked you since first semester. I know you're too busy to even care but I really like you. Srsly. I don't even know if you know that this blog actually exists. I know you only think of me as a younger sister and a friend. I just want to be by your side, even if that means being your friend forever. Srsly. I'd rather not tell you how I feel than to lose what we have right now. Gah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will slash my heart and shut up now. Hay. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-7766615665825412915?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7766615665825412915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=7766615665825412915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7766615665825412915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7766615665825412915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#7766615665825412915' title='I don&apos;t know where else to go.'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-947572586297080555</id><published>2011-11-03T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T03:08:14.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matters of the heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Just when I feel like breaking down...</title><content type='html'>..., a friend saved me from my misery. Gosh. Thank You God for the awesome people in my life. I may have lost some but now I know for sure who will stay with me through the good times and the bad. Thank You! I feel so much better about myself. After having a horrible semester I feel so worthless and stupid and low. Hayyyy. :') Life comes with awesome gifts in small packages and in some cases, persons. :"&amp;gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-947572586297080555?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/947572586297080555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=947572586297080555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/947572586297080555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/947572586297080555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#947572586297080555' title='Just when I feel like breaking down...'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6919523122561088144</id><published>2011-08-06T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:47:43.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Disoriented</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened in the last few days and all of it-- Physics long exam, ChE first long exam results, an open stopcock and an overtitrated sodium carbonate in Chem lab , Math midterms, ChE MP, &lt;strike&gt;matters of the heart&lt;/strike&gt;, yes, ALL of it has stressed the hell out of me. Agh. I don't look so fresh anymore. I barely complete my necessary 8 hrs of sleep everyday. /wrist&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I can't study and I can't code so I tried blogging again. Lol. I bought a journal so that I can express myself freely. I do not have an English subject this semester and my English is getting a bit rusty so I thought I'd spend my free time writing stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm deeply troubled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAHHHHHHHH someone help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6919523122561088144?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6919523122561088144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6919523122561088144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6919523122561088144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6919523122561088144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#6919523122561088144' title='Disoriented'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-1378808580550847753</id><published>2011-07-28T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:43:47.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><title type='text'>No one can ditch me just because of a heavy downpour.</title><content type='html'>Enough said. I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-1378808580550847753?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1378808580550847753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=1378808580550847753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1378808580550847753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1378808580550847753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1378808580550847753' title='No one can ditch me just because of a heavy downpour.'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-3984021909300568331</id><published>2011-07-24T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T01:06:06.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>This is probably one of the rare nights that I get to blog.</title><content type='html'>Time really flies quickly. I'm now a sophomore! Since my last post, a lot has changed. I had my hair cut really REALLY short, knew lots of fun people (Chem 17 lab is much love! :"&gt;) and passed my subjects last semester. I'm still alive, to my surprise. Ohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty weird not having anything to talk about for the past few months. I've had a fun life last semester: futsal, Chem 17 lab, occasional dinner out with friends, Timezone and shiz. I just don't know why every time I log-in, I try to type a little and the words seem to disappear. I even feared that I might have lost my ability to convey my feelings through writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had thoughts about leaving Blogger and using WordPress but my heart is longing for Blogger. After all, it was the only blogging site where I posted all my feelings and daily what-nots since Grade 6 (but in a different URL, which I forgot). Oh well. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sleeping for hours. I miss jogging too. Ah, yes. Last summer I jogged in preparation for our lab class' outing. I had fun jogging and sweating in the acad oval every afternoon. I'm also considering taking my last PE class next summer. /excited I miss lots of stuffs that I get to do during my first year in UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time this year, specifically this semester. I have four major subjects: ChE 26, Chem 28 &amp; 28.1, Physics 72 &amp; 72.1 and Math 54. I am also applying at UP ALCHEMES. I'm having fun spending time at the tambayan ohohohoho. I am finally meeting upperclassmen and batchmates that I haven't seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back. &lt;3 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-3984021909300568331?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3984021909300568331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=3984021909300568331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3984021909300568331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3984021909300568331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#3984021909300568331' title='This is probably one of the rare nights that I get to blog.'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-8749954618079431297</id><published>2011-01-23T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:36:53.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>Never have I felt so unsure in my life.</title><content type='html'>Hi blog. I'm so happy to be able to post again on your awesome awesome page. Lol. I thought I lost you when I thought I forgot my password. Oh well. Silly me. Blog, I have so many things to share to you. It's been months since I last posted here. I didn't even get the chance to greet you a happy new year. I'm so sorry blog. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm so scared right now. Everything feels so out of place. I don't feel like I belong. Gah. I am trying my best to fit in. I swear I'm trying. :| I feel like I'm losing everything that I have. :( Gah. I feel so small, insignificant. :| But I'm not saying that I dislike what I am doing. I love everything about it. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still praying that things will fall into their right places. Gah. Gah. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-8749954618079431297?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8749954618079431297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=8749954618079431297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8749954618079431297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8749954618079431297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#8749954618079431297' title='Never have I felt so unsure in my life.'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-7521175333142761623</id><published>2010-10-31T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:58:47.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>Semestral Break 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TM1_9x2LF_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/TUx-R-PyEig/s1600/p4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TM1_9x2LF_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/TUx-R-PyEig/s320/p4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534220216437512178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pasteur semestral break swimming &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Despite all of my previous posts promising that I will constantly post something here, I forsook my blog for school and other matters. I was supposed to blog about my first UP hell week, my exemption in Chem and my superbly awesome Chem 16 lab semester ender but all the fun and excitement slipped through my fingers like sand. Bleh. I wish I could tell you all about it though, dear blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My semestral break started last October 13, and this is one of the longest semestral breaks I have ever had (the longest was last year, which lasted for almost two months because of Ondoy). It did not turn out as planned: something came up and I did not have internet connection for a week, my friends are too busy to hangout, my PE grade shocked me to death and a lot of unexpected things happened, but I'm still alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last October 9, we had our sem-ender for Chem 16 lab. Our awesome instructor (he is also made of pure awesomeness), Sir Ian, treated us to Ate Maxine's ballet recital at CCP. We also ate at Max's and watched Piranha at SM Mall of Asia. It was a nice opportunity for me to hangout with them because I rarely talk to them in class. I usually talk to R-jay, my high school classmate and Ate Shanlene, an upperclassman. Too bad she wasn't there because of her finals in her majors. I really had fun with them. &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TM2DQSuVm3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/WtvSnOURCcA/s1600/Chem+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TM2DQSuVm3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/WtvSnOURCcA/s320/Chem+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534223833035545458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chem 16 THR THUV2 and Sir Ian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have attained one of my personal goals, to read, read and read lots of books. I was also able to buy a lot of books for a cheaper price. I bought Goblet of Fire and Order of the Phoenix at National Bookstore, 20% lower than the original price. I was also able to buy The Princess Bride, The Reader and The Time Traveler's Wife at Booksale. My streak of luck at Booksale is really improving because before, I cannot find titles that I really want there. Last year, I was also able to find awesome books there. I love Booksale. These books got me preoccupied, and it made me get through a week without internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grades came out last week and I am very very satisfied with them, except for PE. Ugh. PE has ruined my report cards since preschool. I made it to US, but I can't lie low for the following semesters. Anyway, after a few weeks, I have gotten over first semester. Yizzzzz. I will surely miss my classmates and some of my professors, but I'm sure I'll still have more friends for the following semesters to come. I'm scared for 2nd sem because of Chem 17, a subject that all Chem majors dread, but I'm sure that I can pass it with extreme effort and prayers. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My high school classmates and I went swimming at Expressview last Tuesday. Only few people went, but it was fun catching up with everyone. I still have mild trauma from last year's outing, so I did not go past the 5 ft area. Lol. We played a lot of games, shot lots of photos underwater and ordered food from MacDonald's. Hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TM2AqcuKrpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HN2a6sPBIHc/s1600/p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TM2AqcuKrpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HN2a6sPBIHc/s320/p3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534220983860899474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starving Aina is starving. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TM1_9KPQtNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wzFt4T9D_QM/s1600/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TM1_9KPQtNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wzFt4T9D_QM/s320/p.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534220205805319378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beloved high school classmates. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I will try writing fanfictions and stories on December. I swear I will. I think I have lost the ability to write something nice. Which is really REALLY frustrating. =/ It has been bugging me for days already. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rambling, aren't I? Hahahaha. I am running out of things to say, so I'll have to end my post now. =)) Happy halloween! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-7521175333142761623?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7521175333142761623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=7521175333142761623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7521175333142761623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7521175333142761623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#7521175333142761623' title='Semestral Break 2010'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TM1_9x2LF_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/TUx-R-PyEig/s72-c/p4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5158568378102485766</id><published>2010-10-02T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T16:50:32.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I was not ready for this. Not at all.</title><content type='html'>Everything just feels so... unstable. Just when I got my own friends in all of my classes except Math, the semester ends. I don't know, but I somehow wished for the semester to be a bit longer. I'm not yet ready for 2nd sem, I think. I've been crying last night over my newfound friends and some of my professors because I find them awesome and all. :( I guess I'll have to learn how not to attach myself too easily to people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5158568378102485766?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5158568378102485766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5158568378102485766&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5158568378102485766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5158568378102485766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#5158568378102485766' title='I was not ready for this. Not at all.'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5523512104419817989</id><published>2010-08-10T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:27:52.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matters of the heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Of Dreams and Samurai Champloo</title><content type='html'>I had the weirdest dream last night. It didn't feel like a dream though, because it felt real. But it's not possible that it'll happen-- not in a million years. For some reason, it has been boggling my mind since morning and has kept me awake until now. I dislike jumping to conclusions, and I hope I'd dream of something better tonight. To replace my scarred memory, that is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually been a while since I dreamed of something. I rarely dream at all since high school started, and I've been looking forward to dreams since then. Maybe I was too tired to dream back then? Anyway, college's being nice to me. I've been losing weight successfully and regaining the z's that I've missed in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a totally unrelated note, I finished watching Samurai Champloo tonight. It is the first time that I have cried for a manly, historical anime. SC definitely hit my emotional land mines, and has helped me release all the emotional burden that I've been carrying. I have started watching SC back in 4th year, but for some reason I always end up falling asleep while watching it. I never got the chance to watch it again until I looked for my old DVDs last month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fight scenes are awesome. Breathtaking. At some point I actually wanted to become a samurai. Jin was epic; in fact he was my favorite character for being so reserved and awesome. He's the most epic samurai in historical anime. Period. I've never expected Mugen to have a horrendous past. I liked him too because I have a thing for lone wolves. The three characters are really adorable, and I liked the fact that behind all the fight scenes and cursing lies a really sad story waiting to be resolved. ;A;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I should sleep now. Crap I haven't studied for Chem 16 quiz yet-- *bricked*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5523512104419817989?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5523512104419817989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5523512104419817989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5523512104419817989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5523512104419817989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#5523512104419817989' title='Of Dreams and Samurai Champloo'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6534578670879676163</id><published>2010-08-01T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:10:26.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Itazura na Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://irreprehensible.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/itazuratemp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 446px;" src="http://irreprehensible.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/itazuratemp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I rewatched one of my favorite shoujo anime of all time: Itazura na Kiss. I bought a copy of InK last night at CA (they're having a DVD sale, you guys!) due to extreme sadness and disappointment. Anyway, it was one of the first anime that I have watched. In case you didn't know, I was a late bloomer in the animanga genre. I only found out about anime when I was in 3rd year, when one of my close friends deserted me. Let's skip the melodrama. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itazura na Kiss is a simple story of a F-class student, Aihara Kotoko, who is desperately in love with the top student in Japan, Irie Naoki. Kotoko gave Irie a love letter on the start of their senior year in high school, which he bluntly rejected. Kotoko's new house got destroyed by an intensity # 2 earthquake due to poor construction. Kotoko's dad has a very good friend who let them stay in his house while waiting for their house to get fixed, which coincidentally was Irie's father. This was one of the things that made me hold on to love. Hahahaha. Kidding. Their story was a hate-turned-love story, and I liked it, despite its simplicity. Though some might not be too realistic (e.g. moving in to a friend's house for a very looooooong time), but there's no doubt that some of the situations in the anime can be related to real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, I was the same person as Kotoko: a total klutz, a no-cook person and a stupid, stupid person. I've had an one-sided love long ago, and there were parts in the anime that still struck my heart despite watching it for the second time. There were a lot of similarities that I noticed last night, but I also noticed how strong I was for the past few years. Back then, I was a broken person while watching that same anime. I remember myself crying and feeling pathetic. I may still be the same pathetic person, but I got stronger. I think. I might be sad last night, but I believe I can get through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I'm feeling a little bit cheery right now. :&gt; I'm so happy for InK. :D Geog 1 and Kas 1 long exams are now done, and I can relax for a bit. Yay yay! :D And dear blog, I'm still alive. Life without net connection is hard, but I'll manage. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6534578670879676163?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6534578670879676163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6534578670879676163&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6534578670879676163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6534578670879676163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#6534578670879676163' title='Itazura na Kiss'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-7792142911459539303</id><published>2010-06-13T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:19:55.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>First Week</title><content type='html'>The first week at UP Diliman is... tiring. I swear it is. It's my first time budgeting everything on my own and taking care of myself alone. Here in San Pedro, whenever I wake up everything is prepared: my breakfast, my school shoes, my uniform and my bags, but in Diliman it was my first time to worry about my own breakfast, lunch and dinner. GAHHH it was so frustrating, because I want to save up for a lot of things but the ikot jeeps and the meals are too expensive. ;A;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school is awesome; I never imagined myself in any other school than UP. It was the same surreal feeling I got when I first saw the campus: breath-taking, awesome. That's the only thing I think of whenever I get too sweaty or tired from walking from one building to another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Wednesday, the Palma Hall's (more known as the AS) Chemistry pavilion got burned, and so we didn't have our usual AS classes (Chem 16 lec and lab, Kas 1, and Geog 1). Our AS classes will resume on the 18th, I heard? That gave me more time to adjust in walking and stuff. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have problems in finding friends in my classes too. ;p I have friends that I can text and talk to during all of my subjects. Isn't that comforting for a blockless freshie in UP? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels awesome to see my high school classmates in almost all of my classes too. Even if it's just by the hallway, it really feels comforting because I feel that I am not alone. We usually eat together during free time, which really makes my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room mates are funny and awesome too. They're all funny and crazy. ;p We usually eat dinner together and wait for PBB at night. ;p I like their awesomeness, although I haven't fully adjusted yet. It takes time to adjust with something too different with your own home, but with them I might get over the trivial parts easily. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the dance concert, I was too sad and tired because I attended the wrong class in PE. I guess I got too intoxicated with the idea of Pasteur hanging out together? I attended the 2-3 pm class instead of the 1-2 pm class. I talked to my prof about it, and he gave me an okay. I ran from the College of Human Kinetics to the Alumni Center, tried chasing an Ikot jeep because I'm late for Eng 1 at CAL and failed, and went to a wrong CAL building. I went to the Faculty Center instead. There was this guy who told me to go out in the nearest exit possible. I saw one with an exit sign on top, but when I went in, there was nothing but a door with a meeting and a wall. Because I was too desperate and late, I tried yanking the wall open, because it might have a secret opening or something, but I failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I went outside, only to find the real CAL building behind the FC. Arghhhhh. I climbed 5 floors and made it to the attendance though. By the time I got in the UP theater, Sarah, a high school classmate, saw me and went with me to the concert. When we got seated, I told her my horrifying experience and I broke down and cried. So much for running and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I'm drabbling and I dislike the idea of bringing heavy plastics with used clothes home, so I might buy a sports duffel or something to relieve my hands off my weekly burden. I might also buy a pair of Chucks to console my battered feet. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later this afternoon, I'll be going back to UP for my classes. Wish me luck, people. :D /puts on optimistic face :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-7792142911459539303?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7792142911459539303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=7792142911459539303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7792142911459539303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7792142911459539303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#7792142911459539303' title='First Week'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-2208596803024049311</id><published>2010-06-06T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:41:56.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Crazy Crazy Day</title><content type='html'>And so I never got over it. HAHAHA. This afternoon, I went to SM Muntinlupa to buy some stuffs that I forgot to buy for my semi-independent life. When it was time for me to go home, I wanted to walk so that I can clear my mind and space out while walking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked. And walked. And walked. I was walking when suddenly a stranger said to me, "Ang ganda mo miss." And I was like O_____O WTH IS WRONG WITH YOUR EYES MISTER and ran away. Hailed the next jeepney and well, rode the jeep until boundary. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm moving to QC tomorrow, I'll blog as soon as I finish my stuffs, lol. That guy's crazy. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-2208596803024049311?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2208596803024049311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=2208596803024049311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2208596803024049311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2208596803024049311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2208596803024049311' title='Crazy Crazy Day'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-2225549014547289748</id><published>2010-06-04T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:51:43.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matters of the heart'/><title type='text'>Assuming Kills</title><content type='html'>It's very very bad to assume, but what if it's too obvious already? What if it really was supposed to MEAN that way? But it's wrong, way, way, way too wrong. I have told myself a lot of times to just move on and get over with it, but it's just too hard doing it. Plain talk. Hah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me a lot of thinking before I deleted all of our conversations since January. I only have one text message that came from him: the first time that he said good night to me. And that's it. Hey, I can keep that one, can't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I could get through this. Yoshaaa. For real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-2225549014547289748?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2225549014547289748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=2225549014547289748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2225549014547289748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2225549014547289748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2225549014547289748' title='Assuming Kills'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-3697059771423325843</id><published>2010-05-30T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:35:43.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>Before Moving...</title><content type='html'>OH CRAP I HAVEN'T PACKED ANYTHING YET. Hahaha. I'm just too lazy and I haven't felt school that much yet. It feels sad though, but I have to prepare my stuffs before moving to Quezon City this Monday. I have no idea what to pack aside from my clothes and my laptop, because this will be my first time to move far away from my family. Ugh. Putting the drama aside, I really have to pack my stuff this week so that I can move some of them on Thursday (?). I don't know if I should pack all of my shoes or just pick some of them, lol. I still haven't picked what to wear on the first day of classes too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lazy just like that. Hahaha. I was thinking of buying a plastic box, a piggy bank and some hangers for my cabinets. I also want a clutter box for my pens and my other stuffs that I will bring on instinct. Haha. And oh, I need an extension cord for my laptop, Hikaru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if I should bring some of my unread books in my boarding house because I have this habit of reading something first before going to sleep. And I wonder if I should bring some of my unwatched DVDs with me. And oh I also have to bring my old Chemistry, Calculus and Physics notebooks with me so that I could use them as references. And that Math 17 book (although I'm taking Math 11 lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also thinking of buying food before moving so that I'll be able to save more time and money during weekdays. Hmm. And don't forget your charger too! I also want to buy lotion-sunblock so that I won't get burned lol. I will be walking from one building to another, for Pete's sake. Hays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anything that I have forgotten? Oh, I also have to bring some of my bags to QC for school. It feels like I'm having two different lives lol. I'm kind of regretting living there because I have to pack lots of stuffs. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll be posting something when I get there. Hays. I'm still clueless on what stuffs I should bring. Hahaha. I feel nervous and excited for my big move next week. It's a whole new world out there. ;_____; I must be optimistic though, because finally I will be living the dream. Fighting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-3697059771423325843?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3697059771423325843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=3697059771423325843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3697059771423325843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3697059771423325843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#3697059771423325843' title='Before Moving...'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-3047700871217906830</id><published>2010-05-29T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:23:47.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Last but Not the Least Hirit before School Starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TACWPHf9neI/AAAAAAAAAEk/J3htnDqPoUQ/s1600/IU!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TACWPHf9neI/AAAAAAAAAEk/J3htnDqPoUQ/s400/IU!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476542333337837026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met up with my awesome awesome friends in &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/z7.invisionfree.com/ImaginationUnleashed/index.php?"&gt;Imagination:Unleashed&lt;/a&gt;, a forum for animanga related stuffs. I became an otaku during my third year. It was the worst moment of my life because, um, well, I don't really want to talk about it. Anime and manga helped me get through my worst moments, and it helped me find new friends. Lol. So back to the topic, me, Ayyah, Ate Kriselle, Ate Louise, Ate Apryl, Miya, Nikkie, Bea, Colleen, Arah and Ivy met up at Festival Mall to celebrate I:U's birthday, South-people style. Lol. Most of us live in the Region IV-A/NCR region, so it was easier to meet up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met at Comic Alley at 1 pm. I was late for a bit since I had to do some errands for my mother. Hahaha. The things I do for pocket money. =)))))) I'm still broke since all my money were spent on mall trips and other things that I had to buy to get through summer. =))))) I saw Bea, Apryl and Colleen first. Apryl gave me her awesome Math 53 and 54 notes, which will be very useful to me next sem. YESSSS. (Thank you, Apryl!) We also waited for Miya, Nikkie, and Arah and went to Pixie Forest to sit. Haha. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very fun meeting them all. They were all friendly and nice, although I'm not an active member of the forum anymore. School sucks out all the fun. I was also glad because most of us are batchmates and can relate to each other really well. I want to know them all more, so I will really try to be active again in the forum. I'm a shameless member, haha. XDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I also got my IU shirt and pin, with Ate Kriselle's freebies in it. Yay! It feels nice to belong to a group, you know. Haha. But it feels nicer when you know you got friends in that group. &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it, but these people actually made me ride the roller coaster in X-site, a ride that I've been trying to avoid since 6th grade. =)))))) It was so fun trying it again at successfully finishing the ride for the very first time. In fact, I want to try it again next time. :) We also sang at a karaoke booth for an hour. ;p It was fun! Actually, there were no dull moments yesterday. XDDDDD Hay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before going home, I dropped by at 2Rats yesterday with Ate Kriselle and Ate Louise to check their goods (They were having a sale, btw). I wanted to buy DVDs but I was afraid Mama would scold me. HAHAHAHA. I'm an impulsive buyer, btw. I didn't buy anything! Yay! Ate Louise's sister was at Festi, so Ate Kriselle and I went home together. Hehe. ;p It was one of those rides that I actually will treasure (because it might be too long before we see each other again lol) because we talked about a lot of things. :DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now updated with Bakuman, Dengeki Daisy and Katekyo Hitman Reborn, so yes. All in all, yesterday was a fine fine day. &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Photo by Ate Louise. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-3047700871217906830?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3047700871217906830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=3047700871217906830&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3047700871217906830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3047700871217906830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#3047700871217906830' title='Last but Not the Least Hirit before School Starts'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/TACWPHf9neI/AAAAAAAAAEk/J3htnDqPoUQ/s72-c/IU!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-3999802392543580523</id><published>2010-05-24T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:11:25.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Secret Heart, What are You so Afraid of?</title><content type='html'>The title has absolutely no relevance to my post. HAHAHA. I'm currently addicted to Feist's Secret Heart. She's got good vocals, and her singing style reminds me of Regina Spektor. The songs I like vary depending on my mood. I can love classical and punk too, but right now I'm feeling slow, cheesymushyohsocute songs. Dahhhhh. :"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's my photo ID for UP and I hope I don't get visible pimples tomorrow. Because I'm unlucky just like that. Haha. Seriously. I usually grow pimples on important occasions (for me, that photo ID is a dream come true lol) like weddings, class pictures and even first day of classes! Ughhh. I usually look worse during those days than the regular days, and I don't know why that happens. :))))) Anyway, I'm really excited and I hope I won't lose my ID. I'm also planning on looking at my classrooms so that I won't get lost on the first day. HAHAHA. =))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayyy. The uncertainties haven't settled down YET but I'm really planning on doing my very very best. I promised myself that. I'm basically saying nonsense, incoherent stuffs again. Dohhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't upload some of my awesome pictures but as soon as I buy a card reader I promise you, dear reader, I'll post pictures so that you won't get bored and sleepy with crappy posts like this one. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHHHH, and by the way. I think I got thinner. My old shirts are quite loose now, especially in the arms area. Just sayin'. Haha! I think I'll lose more weight since classes will be starting and I don't have lunch breaks. YAAAAAAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope school starts soon. Jk. =)))))) I dunno, I feel like my summer is too &lt;i&gt;bitin&lt;/i&gt; because I haven't done stuffs that I have planned on doing like swimming, watching more anime and reading more manga, exploring new stuffs and jogging everyday. Hahaha. I ended up Facebook-stalking, Y!M-ing and staying up late every single night doing nothing. And oh I have a separate post for the swimming thing because that's blog-worthy. Lol. So please pray for my pimple-free face tomorrow. Ciao! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-3999802392543580523?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3999802392543580523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=3999802392543580523&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3999802392543580523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3999802392543580523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#3999802392543580523' title='Secret Heart, What are You so Afraid of?'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6424422118809642052</id><published>2010-05-21T13:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:34:39.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matters of the heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>Back to the Basics</title><content type='html'>I just noticed that I don't have much to do online after all my friends logout in Facebook and sleep. I have watched all my DVDs by my bedside stack and I'm very lazy searching for my unwatched DVDs. It's pretty stressful, having nothing to do. Haha. I also have spent every single money I saved and received on my birthday on malls and stuff. Basically, I have nothing to do. And to relieve myself of that stress, I am downloading games.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You read it right. Haha. I am starting to like playing and downloading games from Isohunt again. I deleted my games back in 2nd year because I thought it was too immature of me to play those games all the time. I was trying to change how I viewed myself back then, but it's just so hard to keep my inner child. Haha! And so I want to finish Burger Shop 2, Fish Tycoon, Plants vs. Zombies and Zuma! Haha! Child!Aina is very very happy! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of problems in mind right now, this one included. I just noticed that I usually bitch around my poor poor blog, and I hope this time I'll get through it alone. Or with some friends. Haha. Gaaaah. Seriously. It's hard keeping it all in, but hey I need to handle some of my problems on my own. Yaaaaay. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be using my Sun sim card next month, but I'll be keeping my Globe number. ;p Yay! Yay! Seventeen more days. Wow. I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6424422118809642052?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6424422118809642052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6424422118809642052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6424422118809642052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6424422118809642052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#6424422118809642052' title='Back to the Basics'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-2452828113823134081</id><published>2010-05-19T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:33:48.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Same Blog, New Look</title><content type='html'>I am finally done in picking and editing my new layout! Tadaaa! It took me a lot of time in choosing my layout because I'm quite picky when it comes to stuff like this. Yay! I still don't know how to activate the comment box, but it's nice to know that some people still drop by my poor blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My summer is not so awesome. Compared to last year, that is. I am forced to stay at home all the time because of the extreme heat. I spent most of the time in malls as well, to escape the heat at home. Ugh. Oh, and by the way, I'm already enrolled! Yehey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The line during our enrollment was not as long as the other batches, which made all stuffs more convenient for us. The VIP treatment given by the organizations to freshmen was awesome, because they really guided us from step 1 to payment. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My enrollment had a bit of a downside, though. It seems that my CRS pre-enlistment didn't work, because when I got my form 3 draft before going to assessment, there were no subjects at all. Not even PE. And so I enlisted myself on the same date as the enrollment. My &lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs657.snc3/32481_1302307401694_1350736772_30759076_169708_n.jpg"&gt;schedule&lt;/a&gt; is not as pretty as the one I enlisted online, especially on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I don't have a break, except for the 20 minute break from PE. Ugh. How do I fly from one building to another with a hungry tummy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, an upperclassman told me that it's okay since Chem 16 lab usually finishes up early. I hope my professor gives me lots of time to spare for lunch. Yaaaaay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very excited for college, since I'll be meeting new people and I will be seeing new places. I'm a bit tense though, because this will determine my future. Ugh. So much for serious talk. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expect me to blog more. Dear blog, I missed you soooooo much. And I'm sooooo back. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-2452828113823134081?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2452828113823134081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=2452828113823134081&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2452828113823134081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2452828113823134081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#2452828113823134081' title='Same Blog, New Look'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6002130711482785385</id><published>2010-04-29T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:06:49.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Graduation passed in a jiffy. One moment I'm an elementary graduate, the next thing I know I'm already a high school graduate. I know I've been very &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; inactive lately, with the vacation spirit in me and the post-graduation drama hasn't sunk in yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past few weeks I've been busy with a lot of college and scholarship stuffs. My trips to Diliman became very frequent because of the Advance Placement Examinations (APE), dorm issues and my medical examinations. I got braver (?) in those trips though, and I felt awesome because I was able to process some of my college stuffs alone. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a lot more responsible now, especially after paying for my temporary home in Diliman, because this time I'd be taking care of myself and for the first time I'd be far away from home. I don't know what will happen to me once I'm there, since I live lavishly and I'm not good at budgeting money, but I'm sure I'll manage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'll be changing a lot of stuffs. That includes my e-mail address, blog layout, blog, oh you know the drill. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change. Change is good. I think. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6002130711482785385?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6002130711482785385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6002130711482785385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6002130711482785385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6002130711482785385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#6002130711482785385' title='Changes'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-915100740379472701</id><published>2010-03-21T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:01:31.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matters of the heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>Catch-up Post</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I did not write for a month A month and 5 days, to be exact. Gah. I missed typing about my life and my daily adventures. In order to make up for what I did (now it sounds like a horrendous crime lol), I will do a numbered catch-up post on what I did since February 17. Sounds good? Okay, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sucked at prom. Major blunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Valentine's day was a no-no day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The NSPC was a blast. Seriously. I was able to meet a lot of people, tour Tagum City and Davao City, and of course, eat durian. It'll take me a day to narrate all of my adventures back there, but all in all it was an awesome getaway from school. Lol. I also lost because of a shameful mistake, but it doesn't matter. Haha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes, just sitting and talking with your best friend on a quiet staircase is enough to shut all the bad vibes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I never gotten over the UP fever. Lol. Every now and then my classmates and I talk about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't want to graduate. YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It's scary and exciting to talk about the future knowing that your friends would still be there although you will part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Strolling around UP with friends on a cloudy day feels refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The UP freshie experience is not complete without buying a lanyard. In our opinion, that is. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. McDonald's green apple float tastes nice. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I obviously did not ace this year's finals. I highly doubt that I would get in this year's top ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Doing the ECA (extracurricular activities) sheets were very VERY stressful. I had to find all my certificates from 3rd year just to submit it in time. Urk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Lazy school days are priceless with cards, fries, movies and fries. Not a bad way to spend a hot afternoon, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I miss cramming. Lol. Lately I've been taking things at my own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Chuck is love. I swear. After 2 episodes I got hooked. And yes, by hook that meant a crazy compilation of pictures, picspams and fanmixes. I even replaced my long-time Gossip Girl wallpaper with my own Chuck wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm definitely shipping Chuck/Sarah. Yes. They are much love. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I miss writing fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I will be getting my laptop this April. And yes, I'm anticipating it. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I still like him. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I wish to savor the remaining days of my senior life and look forward for the following days to come. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-915100740379472701?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/915100740379472701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=915100740379472701&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/915100740379472701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/915100740379472701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#915100740379472701' title='Catch-up Post'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-4657135559346047277</id><published>2010-02-16T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:24:23.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matters of the heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to write a lengthy post on my 3-day training in Marikina, about our JS promenade last Saturday, how I celebrated Valentines Day and how I have been during my blogosphere absence, but then something really REALLY confusing happened, so now I'm going to write about one of the topics that I really avoid writing about: my love life. *gasps for air* Gee, it feels really awkward saying, ah, no, scratch that, typing those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I said it. So here's the thing, my friends. I'm liking/loving/whatever-that-is-that-I'm-feeling-for-him someone that I shouldn't. And no, I'm not a dike. And I'm not having special feelings for a relative, either. I hope I'm really getting the right message across to you guys, lol. Um, it's taboo in the sense that it breaks a rule of friendship. And it's one-sided, just so you know. I've been keeping this for months and it was enough to drive me crazy. I like/love/whatever he does. I can smell his perfume although we're apart. And I always always long for his presence. I even kept little memorabilias of our little encounters. Insane and freaky, right? I know. I'm sure this wouldn't last long, but hey, it's making me crazy and all. I already set my mind and heart to forget about my little crush and move on, since it's not doing me any good. And so far I'm doing good in forgetting. SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm doing well in forgetting, but then, another problem arises. Back in grade school I only liked a single guy for six years. I seriously had a crush on that guy who did not, and will never ever will reciprocate how I felt back then. I did a lot of things-- stupid things that I wasn't proud of and will never think of doing ever again. Things like never tell a guy that you like them, never ever assume unless otherwise stated, and a lot of things. Stupid, stupid things. I went through a LOT, too. Humiliation, rejection, and other hurtful things. I was 11 and I was young, naive. What did I know about love back then?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wala naman, diba?&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, while I was checking my Facebook page for updates, tagged posts and pictures, I saw a friend's post that really caught my attention. Lol. She was very sad because she saw her former crush together with a former classmate of ours. She was very sad because she remembered everything that she did for that guy, and then it struck me like lightning. Bam. Flashbacks, memories, EVERYTHING flashed into my mind. Confusion strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal to feel awkward whenever the name of that someone was mentioned? Is it normal to feel sad whenever you see pictures of him in Facebook? Is it normal to check his Facebook page? Is it even normal to feel this way? Urrrrk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know memories won't take me back into what I've been before. I know reminiscing wouldn't change anything. I'm too matured for that. But then this sinking feeling keeps on appearing and now I'm so down and all. Eeeep. I even thought about not posting this, but I realized that I soon have to face this. Bwahaha. And so I dedicate this post to my past loves/crushes. &lt;s&gt;Please keep your distance with Aina and never ever show up again lol.&lt;/s&gt; Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this feeling disappears very quickly and get over this memory lane syndrome quick. My heart terribly needs a shut down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-4657135559346047277?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4657135559346047277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=4657135559346047277&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4657135559346047277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4657135559346047277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4657135559346047277' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-8283798324505801103</id><published>2010-01-18T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:56:00.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>THE VERDICT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/S1RYjjoi2JI/AAAAAAAAADw/9UK_pLCArKA/s1600-h/PASADO+NG+UP+SI+AINA+XDDDD.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/S1RYjjoi2JI/AAAAAAAAADw/9UK_pLCArKA/s400/PASADO+NG+UP+SI+AINA+XDDDD.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428060818772252818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I. PASSED. THE. UNIVERSITY. OF. THE. PHILIPPINES. COLLEGE. ADMISSION. TEST. YAAAAAAAAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, until now I haven't calmed down and got over it YET. Seriously. I feel overwhelmed, lucky, and blessed to pass the UPCAT. Yaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-8283798324505801103?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8283798324505801103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=8283798324505801103&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8283798324505801103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8283798324505801103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8283798324505801103' title='THE VERDICT'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/S1RYjjoi2JI/AAAAAAAAADw/9UK_pLCArKA/s72-c/PASADO+NG+UP+SI+AINA+XDDDD.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-1271017210751804883</id><published>2009-12-31T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:18:25.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Evaluation</title><content type='html'>The year before, I made some, uh, goals to reach before 2009 ends. Before the year ends, let me evaluate myself. Yaaaaayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;Um, this goal was really hard to reach because food in MunSci really really tempts me to the core. Lol. Luckily, I lost 3 pounds due to stress, lack of sleep and skipping meals. Yay Aina! I'm aiming to lose weight this incoming year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn a sport.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeep. I was not able to learn any new sport, but I learned to &lt;s&gt;dance&lt;/s&gt; play with the Dance Maniax well. In case you don't know about Dance Maniax, DM is a machine in Quantum/Tom's World which is really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; addictive. Haha. You should try it too. Maybe it somehow contributed to the accomplishment of goal number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Save money.&lt;br /&gt;Yes oh yes. Among these goals listed, this is the goal which I attained the most. I was able to save a lot of money for gifts, clothes and books. This year, I was able to buy 20 new books from my own pocket. I really feel happy buying stuff with my own saved money because it gives me a sense of semi-independence. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Draw more.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I never got the chance to draw anything for my sketch pads. So yes. I might try drawing again after graduating high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Write more.&lt;br /&gt;My Livejournal fic page decayed and my anime blog died with it as well. I actually had to because of my ugly grade in AdChem, but I'm reviving my beloved LJs in 2010. So watch out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Study more.&lt;br /&gt;I became, um, more studious than I was for the past 2 years? Haha. No, seriously. I'm the laziest person alive, but now I study for important exams and the like. Not that I'm aiming for something. I only wanted to spend the last days of my stay in MunSci. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. More Anime!&lt;br /&gt;My life as an otaku also died. Aww. I was not even updated with Katekyo Hitman Reborn and Bakuman, the only mangas that I was ever updated with. So yes. Haha. I'm reviving the anime spirit in me. I'm already updated with KHR, and I'm only 4 chapters away from the latest update in Bakuman. Banzai Animeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone, you have been a part of my awesome 2009. Let's all face 2010 with a smile on our faces and hope in our hearts. Happy new year! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-1271017210751804883?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1271017210751804883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=1271017210751804883&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1271017210751804883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1271017210751804883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1271017210751804883' title='Evaluation'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-233864712657809360</id><published>2009-12-29T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:30:52.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall escapades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What I've Been Up To Lately</title><content type='html'>Dear blog and friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I haven't update TPBA lately for several lazy reasons. As soon as Christmas break started, I haven't stopped from attending parties, having late-night marathons, and of course, eating. I also got the much-needed sleep that I missed during school days, and I feel that I'm getting fatter. Eeep. Anyway, let me tell you about my adventures these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 16:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My section's Christmas party. We held it earlier than the others' (the other sections' Christmas parties were held last 19) because our classmate Czarina will leave for America on 19, and Berna will also leave for Bicol on 17. So yeah. Haha. We had the same theme as last year's: Wet and Wild. Although the night was really really cold, we prepared a lot of water balloons for the party. And by a lot, I really mean a LOT. Our room, the Chemistry room, has a lot of sinks and hampers. All of those were full. We had a lot of food that night. Yum. Pizza, pizza rolls, pichi pichi, baked macaroni, etc. We played patintero, ate dinner together, had our exchange gift and threw water balls at each other. This year though, our party had a little twist. Kenneth, my classmate, caught frogs and threw them while all of us are busy wetting each other. It was really nice that the principal already went home, because the whole first floor esp. our area was muddy and wet. We were very noisy that day. Lol. My classmate even got the frog inside his shirt! Hahaha! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 17 &amp;amp; 18:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intramurals. I was assigned to the Paparazzi booth. I did not participate that much though because of my sore throat and Peter's birthday celebration. Anyway, I have a crush on somebody in school. He's my kouhai (underclassman) and I really adore *insert squeal here* his way of dancing. He's not that handsome though, but his looks nearly killed me. Lol. I asked his classmate to have us in the Blind Date booth, but sadly, he did not come to school on the 18. I danced while blindfolded with his classmate instead. I will never forget that dance. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 19:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents' and students' Christmas party. Actually, it was supposed to be the parents' Christmas party, but because of the food, we sons and daughters tagged along. It was an awesome party, mind you. Hahaha. The food was really great, especially the lechon sent by one of the parents who weren't able to attend the party. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang&lt;/span&gt;. The parents had a lot of games, since all of them had gotten pretty close. We're the most controversial star section in the history of MunSci, I tell you. I was also able to join one of the games. Lol. I wasn't able to eat the prize though. Curse you, sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 20-23:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless internet usage, sleeping and marathons of Shining Inheritance. Urk. I was hesitating to watch the series at first, but after 2 episodes, I couldn't get enough of it. Hwan is really really gorgeous. And I love Jun Se's character. Kyaaaaa. :3 Also, I tried to think of stuff to write for this year's Kris Kringle in Imagination:Unleashed, but my mind only works whenever it senses the need to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 24:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight mass. Nothing happened much, except for the gift giving. Because Mama is already having a hard time picking presents, she gave us cash this year. Hahaha. We also talked to Papa via webcam. I miss him. Oh, and I talked to my favorite cousin, Mark. I love him. :3 I also miss talking to him. I wish I could go to Pangasinan for a vacation this summer break. I miss all of them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 25:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annual family reunion: mother's side. My cute cousin and her family came. Kyaaaa. I just can't get enough of that cheeky little girl. My other cousin also came, but he wasn't with his two other brothers. My favorite cousin is married already and is attending to his pregnant wife, so he can't come and join us. Again, there were many foods in the reunion. I wish I knew how to hold and carry an infant so that I could carry Lyle Summer in my arms. Cuteeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 26:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Jec and Jhillian. I also got my Starbucks fix. Yaaay. I went around and searched for nice clothes, but I only found 2 or 3 which tickled my fancy. Didn't buy them, anyway. We also ate at Fukuya, a nice Japanese restaurant in Festival Mall. Played Dance Maniax and talked about stuff. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 27-28:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exact repetition of what happened last December 20-23. I also rewritten notes in Filipino and tried to study for Journ, but guess what? My laziness prevailed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 29:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made pop-ups with Peyt. We weren't able to accomplish much because we woke up late and we weren't in the mood for doing stuffs. Haha. Also, we were able to catch up and talk about what each other missed during the past week. I also hung out with Ate &lt;a href="http://thefoolishtraveler.wordpress.com"&gt;Kriselle&lt;/a&gt; and Ate &lt;a href="http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/"&gt;Louise&lt;/a&gt; at Festival Mall. Wow. It's been a looooooong time since I saw them. I missed you so much, by the way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang, &lt;/span&gt;Ate Ayyah wasn't there. I miss her too. T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you people? How did you spend your holiday? :DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-233864712657809360?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/233864712657809360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=233864712657809360&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/233864712657809360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/233864712657809360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#233864712657809360' title='What I&apos;ve Been Up To Lately'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-3950419798100520681</id><published>2009-12-19T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:12:31.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Decoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was a drabble that I wrote before school ate me alive. I hope I can do more stories this Christmas break. My LiveJournal account is decaying already. Bleeeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into her eyes as she silently cried. Her chestnut brown eyes sparkled as tears streamed down her face. She was my first and only love, and here I am, comforting her for a shit-faced ass who dumped her for a hooker. A hooker. She was my only joy, and I could never fathom why some people hurt the good ones for the bad ones. I couldn’t bear staring at her while trying to make her feel better. I know she deserved better than that.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She was the star in my night sky; my ray of hope in every storm. I could not see the twinkle in her eyes anymore as she wept, wetting my purple shirt with her tears. I wished to save her, to be her very own Lancelot and rescue her just like that. Without thinking, I said to her, “Use me.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She wept. She smiled. And in a split second, her lips clung to mine, but we both knew that her lips was kissing for the other guy. Was I pathetic? Desperate? Was it the right thing to do? It was the only thing that I wanted since college. She was the only person that I needed to build my own world with. You can never blame me for this. Yes, it was bittersweet, but we are all entitled to experience euphoria and pain at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-3950419798100520681?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3950419798100520681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=3950419798100520681&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3950419798100520681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3950419798100520681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3950419798100520681' title='Decoy'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-8580448855020838011</id><published>2009-12-06T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:56:41.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>Regional Secondary Schools Press Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expect the unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry for the worthless rants. Bwahaha. I know my blog is boring you to the core now. Gomen ne! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contest day: Friday, November 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so annoyed and impatient in my whole life. I woke up at 4 am for the meet-up at 6 in Jollibee Muntinlupa. I was really really sleepy due to Facebook and movie downloads the last night. Bleeeah. I was not able to study for my category, feature writing. I haven't written a single feature before, too. I was only able to read parts from the Millennium Development Goal # 2, the topic of the RSSPC. Yes, I'm lazy just like that. I was also busy preparing for the Project Citizen, so imagine how tired, groggy and haggard I was that day. I was the earliest person in the meeting place; I was even earlier than the Jollibee crew. Urk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened? Our school paper adviser made us wait for nearly two hours. I had to vent off and focus on something else the whole day, because I was really really annoyed.  We were late for the opening ceremony. The Filipino Journalism students were able to enter the AVR because they arrived at St. Mary's Academy, the host school this year, at 7 am. We got there at 9 am. ERRR. The keynote speaker this year is a reporter from ABS-CBN. I forgot her name, but she's really pretty.  My classmates and I looked for bishounens in the vicinity, but sadly, there were very few of them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our IDs and kit from Jelmar, a dear classmate of mine. We registered quick and went to our respective categories.  The contests were done simultaneously. My category had our seminar first in their super cool AVR. Mind you, it was really really awesome. Our speaker is a professor in PNU (Philippine Normal University). His name is Ibarra, and he is a very funny and informative speaker. With his lecture and my very very little knowledge about the MDG # 2, I wrote my feature article. When the proctor handed our contest topic, I was shaking. The topic was about the Universal Primary Education and the campus journalists' role in promoting this UPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 10 minutes, I was staring blankly at the board because I didn't know how to write a feature. Seriously. Haha. Then I remembered Sir Ibarra's short elaboration on the nut graph. I tried to make one, and with the help of my readings, I submitted my entry. I didn't feel happy about what I wrote; I wanted it to be bigger and filled with details. Bleeeh.  I headed back to our &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; place to eat, but sadly, I got lost. Bleh. I roamed around for 30 freaking minutes, searching for my adviser and my classmates. I saw the Filipino Journalism's adviser instead. I seated beside Gng. Guevarra and she started talking to me. She's a reaaally nice person. :) I ate my lunch and waited for the others to finish. I went home mad about my fate. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awarding: Friday, December 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting anything, I swear, but my heart stopped beating when I was called on the stage. Really. My eyes went like this: O_O. I was frozen for a few minutes. 1st place? Seriously? I can't believe my luck. Bleeeh. My hectic schedule will extend until February 2010 for the National Schools Press Conference. I hope I don't disappoint NCR in their decision. Bleeeh. Oh, and don't worry, dear blog. I will update you every now and then. Teehee. 'Til then~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-8580448855020838011?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8580448855020838011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=8580448855020838011&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8580448855020838011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8580448855020838011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8580448855020838011' title='Regional Secondary Schools Press Conference'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-4876193840545166497</id><published>2009-11-25T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:41:37.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Intel Regional Science Fair</title><content type='html'>The super late blog post. Ahh. I'm very sorry, blog, for posting this 5 days late. I've been very busy and sick as well. Bleeeeh. I'm also sorry, body, for abusing you this much. I swear I will give you something nice this weekend. Blogger friends, I'm sorry for not leaving comments on your latest blog posts. I swear I will leave one as soon as the RSSPC is over. Promise. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Wednesday, November 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to General Tiburcio De Leon National High School to set our tarpaulins for the SIP contest. The place was located in Valenzuela, and the trip was really really long. Urk. It was fun bonding with your classmates and a really funny teacher. Since our Research adviser underwent a surgery and is required to take a break to allow the wound to heal, her co-teacher Sir Doods accompanied us to the contest venue. It was really fun talking to everyone in the vehicle because the ride was really long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fun part was the trip. Seriously. We were commenting on the billboards. Our favorite was Kim Chiu's and Marian Rivera's. Wahahaha. We all hated Marian Rivera. I did not expect Sir Doods to join the fun too, because he's new and he didn't look that friendly at all. Wahaha. It even came to a point when we talked about our very own teachers. At the end of the trip, Sir Doods said, "Ang sama nyo!" while grinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school didn't look like a public school at all. It even looked better than our school. The municipality of Valenzuela was kind enough to make us use the new building for the Regional Science Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Thursday, November 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the contest day. Our supposedly resting Research teacher came and so did our AdChem teacher. Talk about major pressure. We left Muntinlupa early for the morning program. None of us slept in the vehicle. We only listened to music and surfed the net. Some of us tried to review for the contest, but after a few minutes, gave in to temptation. LOL. Berna, Charrie, Kathlyn, Joshua and I were in the group category, while Mikhael was in the individual category. It was hot inside the classroom, because there were almost 60+ students inside the room. Bleeeeh. What got on my nerves were the QueSci students who claimed that we "colonized" their chair. We only placed the laptop on top of the seat because we thought that we will share the seat with the schools beside us. I did not react violently, but I glared at them. Errrr. No one makes Aina angry, because no one likes an angry Aina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from making prospective enemies, I also made friends. The PhiSci people were really really nice. There was also this guy who noticed that I wasn't on a good mood and told me to calm down and don't mind them. I talked to that guy for an hour, but I forgot to ask his name. Oh well. Hahaha. We tried our best to defend our &lt;s&gt;shnitz&lt;/s&gt; study well. Wahaha. It was really nice of the organizers to forbid the coaches and advisers to come upstairs and look out for their students, because I don't like being watched while speaking.  I feel more confident without them. I could still remember the IBM disaster last year. /flails But at least we won last year, right? Right? :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikhael got into the top 5, but the judges for the team category was not able to finish going through our write ups. We had to wait for tomorrow's verdict. But we already knew (Berna's and mine's team) that we will lose. ROFL. Hahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Friday, November 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict: Mikhael won in the Regionals! OMGYAAAAAY! :DDD He's going to Albay on February 2010 for the Nationals. Weeeee! As for us, we did not win. But it was fun being excused for three days and being exposed to different kinds of people. And meeting smart bishounens with glasses on. Waaaah. :DDDDDDD I'm crossing my fingers for my classmate. Ah, I never felt so proud to be a MunScian before. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes my three-day report for the Intel Regional Science Fair. I'll add the pictures as soon as my schedule permits me. Ciao! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-4876193840545166497?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4876193840545166497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=4876193840545166497&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4876193840545166497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4876193840545166497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4876193840545166497' title='Intel Regional Science Fair'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-1409360786870311108</id><published>2009-11-10T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:08:39.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Commitments</title><content type='html'>Warning: This is a bitching post, so please don't expect anything to make sense. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My November and December schedule are fully loaded with a lot of stuffs, and I don't think I can keep up with all my commitments. I don't want to disappoint people, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 30-minute ride to school became an hour because of the damage Ondoy caused within the vicinity of our school. We are now studying in a school in the mountains. Okay, that was exaggerating, but we really are relocated in a farther place in Muntinlupa. I used to wake up at 5:30 am and still get to school on time, but now I have to wake up at 4:45 am to be able to reach school at 6:45 am. Talk about major sacrifice on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not join one of the class' contests (Division-wide cheer dance competition) because that will only keep me grumpy and human-unfriendly throughout the day. I have a foul mood when I only have 2-3 hours of sleep and when things doesn't go my way. I'm trying to avoid being hot-headed and all because it really ruins my day. The cheer dance is already off my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are joining the RSSPC this year, and as of now we still DON'T have a school paper. The English Journalism students are also responsible for the year book. As expected, we only have the baby pictures of our batch mates. Other than those, we still don't have the student profile. Bleeeeah. We are rushing everything so that we could have the school paper printed before November 20. Those are two of my major worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another worry of mine is the upcoming Intel Science Fair, in which I am also participating. I thought I was not included in the participants since we didn't finish our SIP (Science Investigatory Project) on time, but then all of a sudden my teacher called me up to sign these papers for Intel. Okay. Our tarpaulin is still not printed and our finished product is still in the hands of our teacher. *sob* The contest is on November 19-20, and I still have nothing. Ah, procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also worry for the Project Citizen which we haven't finished over the 3-week 'break'. Since school started we never had the time to do all the meet-ups in the city hall because of the Saturday classes. The city hall is closed on Sundays, so basically we don't have any option but to do all of them in the morning and go to school later in the afternoon. The contest is on December 1. Blaaaaah. And all of the morning subjects require attendance. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have periodical exams next week on Advanced Chemistry, Math and English Journalism. Haha. And we have our midyear exams this week (Thursday and Friday). I could only rest in the long jeepney rides and in my 5 hours of night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, dear body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-1409360786870311108?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1409360786870311108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=1409360786870311108&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1409360786870311108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1409360786870311108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1409360786870311108' title='Commitments'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-216184295848782677</id><published>2009-11-06T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:16:51.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>The Kuya Dilemma</title><content type='html'>At the age of fifteen, I already have most of the things that I wanted. Okay, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. You can always save money for books, gadgets, clothes and shoes, right? Since I was little, I always wanted to have a Kuya. And since the 17th of April, 1994, my life-long wish couldn't come true anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been a bully favorite when I was in elementary. And believe me, it wasn't fun being picked on by the big kids. I envied my other classmates who have big brothers because they were never picked on in school. I also had a friend before who had two brothers who brought her presents whenever they come home from work. Since that day I had it instilled in my mind that older brothers are cool and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen movies with great Onii-chans too. The Kuya usually saves the day and takes care of his little sister. The Kuya teaches the little sister awesome stuffs, like playing the guitar and skateboarding. The Kuya protects the family from possible harm. &lt;s&gt;And the Kuya's friends give the little sister prospects for a boyfriend.&lt;/s&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see here, dear reader, I can't have an older brother anymore because I'm already here and I've been living for fifteen years already. I simply can't go back to my mother's womb and wait for my older brother to come out first. And I want a Kuya. My own Kuya. My own Kuya that will protect me from bullies and assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of 'Kuyas' before too, but because their sole purpose of being my Kuya was to ask me out, I lost all those Kuyas. I'm back to being the Kuya-less Aina again. I almost had a prospect real Kuya before in my mother's womb, but my supposedly Kuya's fetus did not develop. Heck, I nearly had a twin. A twin Kuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got tired of your brothers and wanted to dispose of them, please send them to my doorstep. I will gladly accept them as my Kuya. I promise. I will be an awesome little sister. I will not be whiny. I will also not sneak on them nor mess their things up. I will also give them their privacy. I will not impose my little Kuya guidelines on them as well. I will not meddle with his affairs. I'd do anything for a Kuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pointless post. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-216184295848782677?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/216184295848782677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=216184295848782677&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/216184295848782677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/216184295848782677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#216184295848782677' title='The Kuya Dilemma'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6407680876063677019</id><published>2009-10-31T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:30:23.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The True MunScian</title><content type='html'>TUNAY kang MunScian kapag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buraot sa papel.&lt;br /&gt;- True. I usually get paper from my classmates. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kaasaran ung mga guard.&lt;br /&gt;- I haven't tried this on the new guards, but I loved the old guards. Urk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Madalas ma-late ang mga malapit lang ang bahay. ung mga malalayo pa ung nauuna lagi. (e.g. John Paul Tanyag)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm usually late whenever we have class practices. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Talamak ang mga TNT (karamihan mga taga-San Pedro)&lt;br /&gt;- *gets bricked* OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hindi gumagamit ng red pen pag nagchecheck. minsan di pa nagchecheck&lt;br /&gt;- ROFL, super true. I don't use red pens. I usually use my blue G-tec or my classmate's ballpen while checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pang conyong munscian ang gtec. Nanghihiram ng bolpen ang tunay na munscian at hindi na isinasauli.&lt;br /&gt;- Hahaha, G-tec is the pen of the MunScians. Gtec blue, 0.3 :D Most of us use G-tec because of its ability to make ugly handwriting legible. And it looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cramming ang special talent. Gumagawa ng homework sa school.  Minsan sa harap pa ng guro ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;- Procrastination is my specialty. Yeaaah. I don't do homeworks in front of the teacher. I really feel bad doing other stuffs in other teachers' classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tumatakas pag general cleaning/assigned cleaning day. Dinudumihan pa ang room pagkatapos.&lt;br /&gt;- OMG, was this post made for me? Hahaha. I am not made for cleaning. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kilala si Ate Maggi at ninanakawan ng fries si Kuya Adrian kahit pa nakatingin.&lt;br /&gt;- HAHA, it's not stealing! It's... getting stuff without asking permission. But it's still implied. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pinakahihintay na event ang "speech choirs, jingle competitions, etc. para may excuse na magpraktis pero magdodota talaga.&lt;br /&gt;- Um, boys? We're usually on career mode on school contests like these, so I'm afraid I don't follow this one. But I look forward to free days. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Inaasar ng mga normal sec ung mga star. HAWAK NG NORMAL NA SEC ANG TUNAY NA KAPANGYARIHAN AT DAPAT LIGAWAN NG MGA STAR/SPECIAL SEC ANG MGA NORMAL SEC.&lt;br /&gt;- WTF? Was it the other way around? Hahaha. Star section= PWNAGE. Worship us, you people. *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Kinatatakutan maging teacher si Sir Bob.&lt;br /&gt;- I never got over the teacher scare. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Umagang umaga, magsasabi ng, "pakopya." Masusunog sa impiyerno ang hindi magpapakopya. At magiging roommate si hitler at saddam.&lt;br /&gt;- LOL. Yun lang ang masasabi ko. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Nag-iiwan ng gamit sa room.&lt;br /&gt;- Of course, but with our current condition, I can't leave my stuffs at school. Urk. I miss MunSci already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sumisipag lang kapag clearance. Kapag sinipag.&lt;br /&gt;- Not really. I don't go to school during clearance week. Festival/ATC galore! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Buraot pag break.&lt;br /&gt;- Truuuuuuue! In our room, we usually share our foods. Hahaha. Don't ever enter our room with your lunch bag; we will eat your food. HAHAHA. A true MunScian depends on his fellow MunScian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pagkatapos na pagkatapos ng dismissal, punta sa kwek-kwek/burger at uupak kasabay ang tatlumpisong gulaman.&lt;br /&gt;para sa mga conyo, kina lola bani para magpansit. ang tunay na munscian ay nakikipagkwentuhan lang kay lola bani at bihira bumili dito ng pagkain. kung bibili, yung mura lang.&lt;br /&gt;- Wah. I miss these foods. T______T In PLMun, we couldn't buy anything except for junk food, so I really miss the taste of these street foods. Wah. And Lola Bani too. Cantoooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Matutuwa kapag suspendido ang klase. Para sa mga may syota, malulungkot sila.&lt;br /&gt;- All hail suspension of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Madalas kang makitang naglalakwatsa sa festi (xsite). Pangskwater ung SM Munti.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a good MunScian; I'm only seen in Festival Mall on weekends. I visit SM Muntinlupa because of McDo and National Bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Binabati si Sir Edsel tuwing umaga ng " Good morning sir edsel R. umali!"&lt;br /&gt;- OHOHO. I miss Sir Edsel. With the emphasis of the R. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Sa graduation mo pa lang madidiscover na may school hymn ang munsci. At malalaman mong panget ang pagkarecord nito.&lt;br /&gt;- MunSci school hymn exists?! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Yamot ka tuwing CAT time. Malaki ang ngiti ng mga tropa ng mga officer.&lt;br /&gt;- *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Di mo dinala ang notebook mo sa subject na yun sa halip ay manghihiram na lang ng notebook kapag kailangan ng notes.&lt;br /&gt;- Haha. I don't do this, because my notes are the only things that I am proud of. Seriously. You could borrow my notebooks filled with side notes and stuffs not written on the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Walang problema ang tunay na munscian kapag exam- announced man o hindi- dahil nandyan naman ang katabi mo.&lt;br /&gt;- Ack, not really. There was this time where we were not able to study. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Excited sa mga camping. dahil may pagkakataon makainom..., ng softdrinks at icetea sa mga booth. BAWAL UMINOM SA MGA CAMP! (lalo ung english camp)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm really proud of my section because we don't drink. Yaaaay. And no one in our section smokes. Haha. We may have destroyed something in X-Site and got reprimanded in malls, but we don't do bad stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Madalas meeting place ang Jollibee bayan pag may projects/plays/group activity&lt;br /&gt;- True. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Nasubukan mo nang mag cut ng klase&lt;br /&gt;- I did, once. I only did it because I had to submit an important project in an important subject. LOL. It felt horrible, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Nakablue corner tshirt ka (official tshirt ng mga munscians)&lt;br /&gt;- OHYES. Even our P.E. shirt has the Blue Corner tag on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Napagkasunduan na magdota after exam&lt;br /&gt;- Again, um, boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Pagandahan ng mahahanap na pda spot.&lt;br /&gt;- Haven't tried this YET. Kidding! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Kilala mo si manuel (ang haunted ghost na umaaligid sa archi, arrhe) at nakajamming mo na sya.&lt;br /&gt;- I stayed in the Arrhenius room and I never felt it. Yaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Nalasap mo na ang napakalakas na hangin pag nasa fourth floor 1st building ka at nalalanghap mo ang mapanghing exhaust ng mga cr sa kalagitnaan ng lesson.&lt;br /&gt;- ROFL! Hahaha! Totoong totoo ito. Super. When I was a freshman we even smelled weird stuffs because the back portion of the school is being excavated for the Tunasan Sports Complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Di ka nagreply sa mga reply slips. Sa halip ay tinatapon lang. Kapag kailangan talagang ipasa, madali lang i-forge ang pirma ni nanay/tatay&lt;br /&gt;- My mother loves to sign these reply slips. I never failed to pass one. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Naaliw ka sa kabaitan ni Ma'am Webena Gerona. Sa sobrang kaaliwan, nakakaidlip ka.&lt;br /&gt;- I never slept in Chemistry! Um, okay. Once. Just once. Ma'am Gerona is one of the nicest and most awesome Chemistry teachers that I have ever known. I thank her for the awesome General Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Napagising ka bigla sa sobrang active magturo ni Ma'am Calado&lt;br /&gt;- Hahaha! No one ever sleeps in Araling Panlipunan I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Nagrereview ka tuwing summer para sa UPCAT (for upcoming seniors). Yung mga mas astig, magrereview lang para sa UPCAT sa bisperas.&lt;br /&gt;- Who doesn't? My mom bought me a complete set of books from LSC (Loyola Student Center) and a book from MSA, para walang lusot. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mukha kang nakawala sa gubat na hayop nung prom&lt;br /&gt;- You bet. Haha. Party people reunite! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Wala kang kinatatakutang grading system dahil matalino ka at kaya mo itong magapi. Pero badtrip ung zero-based system.&lt;br /&gt;- The zero-base system sucks big time. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Astig kapag galing sa transmutation table ung grade mo&lt;br /&gt;- Of course. No one will ever fail/get kicked out if the grades are based from the transmutation table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. NagDEDEMAND ng bonus tuwing magchecheck ng periodical&lt;br /&gt;- Ang pangbawi ng mga bumabagsak. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Hindi pumapasok kapag frequency of errors. para sa mga teacher's pet, maraming papel ang kinukuha.&lt;br /&gt;- I usually give my share of the FOE to my friends because I'm not the one who loves raising my hand for my errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Online ka gabi-gabi dahil sa mga pinaparesearch ng mga teachers mo at dahil kausap mo ang gelpren o di kaya'y nanunuod ng norop.&lt;br /&gt;- Research and English Journalism are the main reasons of my staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Meron kang ym/friendster/facebook&lt;br /&gt;- We are required to have one. Urk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Di ka nagsusuot ng ID&lt;br /&gt;- Who needs an ID when you already have a name patch? Right? Right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Rare ka lang magpunta sa library. Pupunta ka lang dito para magpalamig at para makipagdaldalan kay Ma'am Ilarde.&lt;br /&gt;- I only go there to return my books during clearance week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Nagli-lipsync ng Lupang Hinirang, Muntinlupa hymn at NCR hymn&lt;br /&gt;- Honestly, I get confused in singing the Muntinlupa March. And the NCR hymn sounds like a lullaby to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Nakikipagdaldalan ka lang sa katabi during flag cem kase di mo marinig ang sinasabi sa harap. Kapag swerte, may special mention ka pa at ng kausap mo!&lt;br /&gt;- ROFL! I never got mentioned in the flag ceremony yet, but I usually talk to my classmates during flag ceremony. We usually giggle because we are too far from the podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Kahit san ka magpunta, matutukoy mo pa rin na MunScian ang nakasalubong mo dahil konti lang ang population sa MunSci&lt;br /&gt;- Totoo ito. Haha. I usually see one whenever I go to Festival Mall or ATC, but I'm too shy to greet him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Asar na asar ka magNAT dahil lahat ng years walang pasok maliban sa inyo&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, NAT. Thank you for adding into our misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Nahilig kayo sa kodakan/pichuran (para sa mga babae at binabae) galit sa picturan ang tunay na lalakeng MunScian.&lt;br /&gt;- We are the vainest section in the history of MunSci, so I guess this does not apply to Pasteur/Feynman. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. PANGINOON ka sa kolehiyo pagkagraduate.&lt;br /&gt;- Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Kahit bopol ka sa math nung hayskul, sasambahin ka dito sa kolehiyo, above all other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;- R-really? *A* Wah. Finally. I could shine in the field of Math. HAHAHA. *bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Kung lalake ka, naranasan mo nang ihian ang balde sa mga cr.&lt;br /&gt;- Gross! *not talking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Nasubukan mo nang magsulat sa mga desk.&lt;br /&gt;- *looks around and whistles conspicuously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Nagawa nang tambayan ang clinic.&lt;br /&gt;- Never. I have clinic issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6407680876063677019?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6407680876063677019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6407680876063677019&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6407680876063677019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6407680876063677019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6407680876063677019' title='The True MunScian'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5753739407820672376</id><published>2009-10-27T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:25:50.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matters of the heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Hypersensitivity</title><content type='html'>I am usually a very jolly person, and I can talk with you about almost anything except this forbidden topic that really touches my soft spot. Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is inevitable. Death might give way for a new beginning. Death is painful, hard to accept. Death is something that everyone has to face later on in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home today, I got an instant message from my school mate saying that Kuya Olan, my favorite maintenance guy, passed away at 6 pm. I was greatly saddened by the news because he was someone that I loved to greet every morning while walking towards my classroom. He was the only cheerful maintenance guy in MunSci. And he died because of leptospirosis. Dang. And he has his family. His family. He had to leave his family alone because of that disease. Urk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, while 'internalizing' the IM, I thought of my own family. I am very lucky to have all my close relatives alive and near me. In fact I never imagined a life without them. I was so happy having them near me (to the point that I was sometimes taking them for granted) that I didn't think of the future. I didn't think of the what ifs. What if it is already my last day on Earth? What if tomorrow I won't be able to use this computer again? What if it was somebody else's last day on Earth today? Will I be able to make it without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I pray to God to give my parents and everyone around me a long life so that I could see them as I grow and be with them forever. It might also be silly, but I also pray that He'd cut my life shorter than Mama's and Papa's because I know that without them, I will never make it alone. I am very dependent to my parents, and I never made it without them. Without them, I'd probably crumble and fall. I remembered our conversation in the dining table wherein I casually told Mama that I wanted to die first before anybody else in the family. They thought I was not serious, but at that time I wanted to cry and hug her. She was shrugging me off and says things like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang masasamang damo, di kaagad namamatay&lt;/span&gt;" while grinning. I always wanted to be with everyone forever. If only I could live with the people that I care for and love forever, if only I could just stay with them and never let go of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to face the day where I am alone and they're all gone. I don't want to grow up, only to see me in the big picture and no one else. I don't want to be alone. Please, God, don't take my parents back. I'd probably die. Just thinking about it makes my heart sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the expressive, I-love you-Mom-and-Dad daughter. I am the rebel daughter. I do things against their will. I usually fight with them, using unreasonable arguments to cover my own mistakes. I know I will regret not saying I love you and kissing them both everyday, and not telling them how grateful I am for having them and not any other parent. I wanted to tell them these, but I am scared and ashamed of my own feelings. I was scared to see a creepy stare from my Mom. I was scared of losing them and at the same time, of my own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get this feeling out of my chest, to breathe and to get back to the old jolly Aina again. And while I'm at it, let me grab this chance to say that I love you guys, and I always want to be with you. To my Mama and Papa, sorry for not being the awesome daughter that you wanted, but thank you for accepting me, along with my flaws and imperfections. Although you may not be able to read this, I love you more than words can express, and I want to be with you guys forever. Please bear with me, Ma and Pa. I will try my best to be a better daughter. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5753739407820672376?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5753739407820672376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5753739407820672376&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5753739407820672376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5753739407820672376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5753739407820672376' title='Hypersensitivity'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-8574220393962341676</id><published>2009-10-22T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:08:32.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Three Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That includes you, dear reader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-8574220393962341676?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8574220393962341676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=8574220393962341676&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8574220393962341676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8574220393962341676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8574220393962341676' title='Three Words'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-1542217035282751258</id><published>2009-10-17T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:51:52.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Combat at the Lunch Table</title><content type='html'>I hate plastic spoons and forks. They look tacky to me, and they add up to the pollution if not disposed properly. Today, we went to Shardae's (classmate) house to continue the Project Citizen write-ups. There is a sort-of canteen near her house which serves great tapsilog and has an amazing and accommodating waitress too. We all planned to eat there, but the heavens did not let us eat in Startruck. Yeah, that's the name of the canteen. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain poured while we were packing up and preparing for lunch. Luckily, her mother arrived and offered to bring us to Startruck and fetch us after we eat. Supposedly, we were going to eat in Startruck, until she continued driving. My classmates were worried because we only wanted to eat in the canteen near her house. We all said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um, Tita, lagpas na po&lt;/span&gt;." Instead of stopping, she gave us this quizzical look and asked us, "What can you buy from that store? Let me take you to Buns and Pizzas. Sher-ann (Shardae's sister) and her friends usually eat there." Since she was the one manuevering the wheel, we couldn't do anything but say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us 30 minutes before we could decide what to eat. I kept on persisting that we take the php 410 group meal which consisted of a huge pizza, baked macaroni and burgers, but they all wanted to eat rice. Because I didn't have the money, I also bought burger steak and rice for lunch. Urk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food service was really slow because they only cooked the food when we ordered it. LOL. They had this kitchen which was right beneath the counter, so we could see them cook. They had a very little pot for rice and a huge oven for the pizza. We waited for about 40 minutes to have our food served. That was the longest 40 minutes of my life. Really. I wanted to grab the food in the stove because it was already 1 pm, for Pete's sake. The food's aroma was all over the restaurant, which made me teary-eyed. You know the feeling of having a barbeque grill right over your face? That's what I felt while waiting. It was a good thing I waited with my awesome classmates, or else I'd probably go mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;s&gt;hours&lt;/s&gt; minutes of waiting, my steak have been served. Everybody had their own stainless steel spoon and forks, except I. I asked for a spoon and a fork, but they said they don't have the stainless ones anymore. So they gave me a plastic spoon and fork wrapped in tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spoon and fork kept bending whenever I tried to get food. I was really desperate as I tried to get the burger slice in my fork and those grains of rice in my spoon. My classmates saw me "battling" with the food, and they were all laughing. Because of extreme hunger, I didn't complain anymore. For an hour, I tried to slice, group and eat those food as fast as I can. I was hungry, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finished eating when I remembered that I could actually stick the burger piece in the fork like a kebab. Urk. The mind doesn't really function well in gastronomically-deprived people. I must have lost weight over that meal. Urk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral lesson? Never, ever use plastic spoon and forks. And order pizza over rice and burger steak. And never slice the burger patty. And oh I don't make perfect sense anymore. *shot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-1542217035282751258?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1542217035282751258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=1542217035282751258&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1542217035282751258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1542217035282751258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1542217035282751258' title='Combat at the Lunch Table'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-7841754394618321786</id><published>2009-10-13T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:38:14.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Swear</title><content type='html'>I swear I will never ignore people who does surveys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently joined Project Citizen, a nationwide project that aims to give solutions to the common problems in the communities of Philippines. It started in the United States but due to the huge success that PC attained, it has been brought to different countries such as Philippines. I joined because I always wanted to do something for this country and I also wanted to have a different experience this school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I received a text message from Dianne (classmate) saying that we will have a session for the PC today at 8:30 am. I asked my mother to wake me up at 7 because alarms really don't work on me. I was not able to sleep early because of my already-destroyed body clock and my terrible mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mother woke me up, it was already 7:30 am. I didn't feel like waking up until Sarah (classmate) called and asked if I will go to the Division Science Fair. I gave her a no because I already made plans with the PC group last night. I went back to my room to pick clothes to wear, but again, I lost to my bed. I fell asleep, and before I knew it, it was already 10:32 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly did my morning routine and went to La Charina, only to see my group mates leaving. I did not check my cell phone and I took a special trip to La Charina. I was freaking broke that time. Urk. Broke. (Serves you right for sleeping in instead of going to McDo-Muntinlupa on time, Aina!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip the boring parts. We were asked to conduct a survey in different subdivisions regarding the problems in their neighborhood. Because of the lack of options and we wanted to go to SM Muntinlupa afterwards, we chose Villa Carolina 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/StSppEIjY1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/wpHVz3ZsXCE/s1600-h/131020091618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/StSppEIjY1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/wpHVz3ZsXCE/s320/131020091618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392121176818672466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Berna and Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very small subdivision, the kind wherein you could memorize the names of your neighbors in a week. It was hard to conduct a survey at 1 in the afternoon. We split into groups and asked almost anybody within our given age bracket. It was my first time talking to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tambays&lt;/span&gt; and older people. The tricycle drivers and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tambays &lt;/span&gt;gave smart answers. In fact, they amazed me with their answers. I had a lot of fun walking around the neighborhood five times and asking strangers on their opinion. It was very tiring though, especially when you had to go through the same street again in the hopes of finding another person to interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After accomplishing the survey task, we headed to SM Muntinlupa to refresh and to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/StSpqpERMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/ze7sn8i5TBc/s1600-h/131020091624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/StSpqpERMkI/AAAAAAAAADo/ze7sn8i5TBc/s320/131020091624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392121203912684098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dance Maniax. I also tried my luck, but I failed at the first round. EPIC FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/StSpppyH3lI/AAAAAAAAADY/864liWlxitU/s1600-h/131020091621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/StSpppyH3lI/AAAAAAAAADY/864liWlxitU/s320/131020091621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392121186925141586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karaoke-ing with Diane, Clau and Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/StSpqFH3IjI/AAAAAAAAADg/etGFZjxA_o4/s1600-h/131020091622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/StSpqFH3IjI/AAAAAAAAADg/etGFZjxA_o4/s320/131020091622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392121194264076850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aina and Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-7841754394618321786?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7841754394618321786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=7841754394618321786&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7841754394618321786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7841754394618321786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7841754394618321786' title='I Swear'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/StSppEIjY1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/wpHVz3ZsXCE/s72-c/131020091618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-4684946894686960614</id><published>2009-10-11T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:33:42.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college entrance exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>DLSUCET</title><content type='html'>I took my entrance exam in La Salle today and I was not really pleased with what I saw back in DLSU. The university really looks awesome in flesh. I was amazed with the buildings because they looked like they were intricately designed and crafted. The halls are really clean and the rooms are furnished. My love for UP didn't change one bit, and so is my admiration for Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.wn.com/ph//2009/06/05/e5380da7c0d1321a8bfadf645eb43c55-grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://cdn.wn.com/ph//2009/06/05/e5380da7c0d1321a8bfadf645eb43c55-grande.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The home of the Green Archers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of people, especially men, smoking near the university area. Which really pissed me off. Which set my mood on fire. I really hated &lt;s&gt;underage smokers&lt;/s&gt;, oh wait, I hate smokers. Drunkards I can handle, but why destroy your lungs, brain cells and life with a cigarette? Right? Right? There are other ways to fasten one's death, so if you want to go and die, do it the faster way, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conyos. The conyos. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was confusing, but if you are in the right mood, you could really answer the questions and finish on time. In my case, I was in a really bad mood &lt;s&gt;and I saw him, but he ignored me.&lt;/s&gt; and I didn't get enough sleep so I think I did not do well in the DLSUCET. The patterns and abstract reasoning really was difficult. Urk. I had to guess all those what's-the-next-figure questions. I honestly suck at those. I have never been good at hand-eye coordination, and I also suck at predicting the next abstract patterns. The numerical patterns were fun to answer and took much of my 40 minutes. I was really lucky because I had an awesome proctor that gave us extra time to go back and answer the questions that we weren't able to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous at first because I had 20 blanks for the first part. During the break, I texted my Physics teacher who is currently taking his Masters in DLSU. My classmates' texts really calmed me down and brought me back to my senses. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The math part was fun. Seriously. I'm really thankful because I have a nice background on Math and Science. And English. I had fun answering the correlation questions, too. Yaaay! The Trig questions were included, but they are really bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urk. The test lasted for 4 hours and 30 minutes. I tried my best to stay awake because I slept really late last night. Haha. I didn't review for La Salle because I forgot that I have a test on October 11. Suckster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with my mother in the lobby after the test. I was the only MunScian in the Gate A, so I didn't bump into someone. Urk. I rewarded myself with a Decaf Mocha Frappuccino after the test, and yes, I got my name misspelled for the nth time. I should really use the AJ nickname. Urk. EPIC FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test results will be released on January 2010. My reference number is 07797 &lt;s&gt;so you could also get the results for me.&lt;/s&gt; Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't pass any of those universities' entrance exams? What will happen to me? What if...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-4684946894686960614?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4684946894686960614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=4684946894686960614&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4684946894686960614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4684946894686960614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4684946894686960614' title='DLSUCET'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5806376968835121548</id><published>2009-10-06T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:50:19.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Ten Idiotic Things that I did Today</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging right now because my head throbs and I can't think clearly. Darn it. Why did I pick English Journalism? Why oh why did I pick you as my elective subject? Have I not learned from 3rd year? Why did I commit the same mistake again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the stupid flood in our school's area, we are forced to have our semestral break last week. And because of Ondoy our teachers left us loads of things to do. Which I haven't finished yet. Curse you, Ondoy. Curse you. T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to wake up early so that I could meet up with my classmate and get my things from him (because I was too lazy to get my things from my locker and wade in the murky flood water), but I was not able to resist the allure of my bed. In short, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already 12 o' clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to finish my homework in Physics, but I found out that I left my graphing papers at school, together with my portfolios and my notebooks. Knowing that I won't be able to finish much, I ate lunch and washed my plate. While rinsing my plate, I saw a line of ants from the kitchen window to the dishwasher. Because of my &lt;a href="http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6878372544934927418"&gt;hatred&lt;/a&gt; for ants, I tried to kill the ants by drowning them. Because of my stupidity, the water overflowed and so did the ants. I thought I already killed all the ants, but I was surprised to see more ants under the knife holder and the Japanese rice. I was panicking. I didn't want to wipe all those ants off because they might bite me or something. Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind. Why not mix crushed siling labuyo with water? They'll keep those pesky ants away. So I mixed the siling labuyo with the water, poured it into the lavatory and  waited for the ants to die. I rubbed labuyo all over the kitchen wall and the workplace. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to go back and do my Physics assignment again, when I saw the Japanese rice filled with ants inside. I tried to kill the ants, but they were inside the plastic bag, so I tried to smash it in the wall in an attempt to at least remove the ants. But I failed in doing so. Hahaha. In the end, I drowned the ants outside the plastic bag. *insert evil laugh here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted two hours of my precious time on those ants. Urk. I was able to finish the essay for the teachers and the image formation for convex lenses. Yay me. I was also able to finish those tedious stuffs in English Journalism (except for the Ondoy news story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped and fell. Man, that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 5 hours on Mafia Wars, Facebook, blog-hopping and my other hullabaloos. It was already 11 pm when I started being aware that I haven't done what I was supposed to type and do. Urk. So much for time management and self-awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my male sim date, kiss, flirt and marry a male sim. Hahaha. They are now living together and are very very rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find all the ten idiotic things that I did today. The first one who completes the ten gets a prize from me. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5806376968835121548?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5806376968835121548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5806376968835121548&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5806376968835121548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5806376968835121548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5806376968835121548' title='Ten Idiotic Things that I did Today'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-8486081049007176178</id><published>2009-10-05T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:34:50.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Pancake Batter Anomaly's Pick for 2009 Blogger's Choice Award</title><content type='html'>The Pancake Batter Anomaly votes &lt;a href="http://goodtimesmanila.com/"&gt;Good Times Manila&lt;/a&gt; for the 2009 Blogger's Choice Award (2009 Philippine Blog Awards) for its awesomeness and sheer humor. This blog and its author salutes you. Yay for GTM! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you are reading this blog, please help me promote &lt;s&gt;world peace&lt;/s&gt; GTM by voting &lt;a href="http://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?formkey=dFBnWVpZdzhBVm5ZNV9kamxQWUh1WWc6MA"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-8486081049007176178?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8486081049007176178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=8486081049007176178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8486081049007176178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8486081049007176178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8486081049007176178' title='The Pancake Batter Anomaly&apos;s Pick for 2009 Blogger&apos;s Choice Award'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-3309881554480965683</id><published>2009-10-02T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:41:47.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>Gossip Girl Season 2 Finale [WARNING: Spoilers]</title><content type='html'>OHCRAP. I finished the season two of Gossip Girl, and I can summarize everything that happened in a single word: BRILLIANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale was a blast. Really. I didn't expect everyone to have a happy ending, because I thought GG was a bit sadistic at times. LOL. I loved everything about the season finale. I was really fired up to see whether Gossip Girl's identity would be revealed (I'm very glad it wasn't.) because everyone's graduation day was really a mess because of her gossip. Although I knew that their graduation would be a sham, it still feels fun to see it in the PC. Yaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny deserved to be queen bee because of all the nasty stuffs the mean girls and Blair did to her. Kudos, Jenny! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very ecstatic to see Rufus propose to Lily after twenty years. GAAAAAH. Is there any love greater than that? *melts away* I loved the non-extravagant and spontaneous way of Rufus' (and the paper-turned-to-ring is also a win for me) proposing, and Lily's response to his sudden proposal. They really deserve a happy life together, after all that they've been through. I was really happy too because I've been waiting for the Blair/Chuck ship to have a development (&lt;s&gt;because it's taking them forever just to say those three sweet words that they've been wanting to hear from each other&lt;/s&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Blair- I want to believe you, Chuck, but I can’t. You’ve hurt me too many times.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck- You can believe me this time.&lt;br /&gt;Blair- Why? (He looks at her; human, real, vulnerable.)&lt;br /&gt;Chuck- Because I’m not Chuck Bass without you.&lt;br /&gt;Blair- Uh.. That’s it? There is a moment then.. (He kisses her~It was the perfect kiss, the kind they used to fear when they were in the game. They break and)&lt;br /&gt;Chuck- I love you, Blair. (Blair smiles and jumps into his arms.)&lt;br /&gt;Blair- Can you say it again? (They both laugh and smile)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.media.community.abcfamily.go.com/images/chuck-and-blair-kiss_521x644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 403px;" src="http://a.media.community.abcfamily.go.com/images/chuck-and-blair-kiss_521x644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best screen kiss- ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to the next season of Gossip Girl. I'm DL-ing the first episode on uTorrent and I might watch it tomorrow. Yaaay. Also, I already started watching Dexter. The suspense and killing appeals to me. XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Aina ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-3309881554480965683?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3309881554480965683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=3309881554480965683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3309881554480965683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3309881554480965683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3309881554480965683' title='Gossip Girl Season 2 Finale [WARNING: Spoilers]'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-7135749810742133536</id><published>2009-09-30T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:33:23.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>On UglyYuBin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs270.snc1/9733_1151282622174_1230894150_30347075_5331473_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 261px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs270.snc1/9733_1151282622174_1230894150_30347075_5331473_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you post any of you bullshits in Twitter, make sure that your grammar is correct and you are pretty. I bet you don't even know what ugly means. Go to hell, asshole! If Filipinos are monkeys, then why are you Koreans flocking in our beloved country like unkempt birds? You are the worst life form that I have ever seen in cyberspace and I hope I don't see you somewhere near the parameters of Philippines, because if I do, I will kick your ass out. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your race are nothing but English illiterate parasites who doesn't know anything aside from wearing your frilly skirts and prance around in someone else's country. Don't you have anything better to do? Why don't you start fixing the strife in your country? I can enumerate a myriad of reasons why we are better than you. At least we're not whiny people who usually dream without actually doing anything. And we're not ugly. And we know what the word ugly means. And we do not linger on something, ugly creature. We move on quick. Resilient. Resilient is the word. Oh, I know you don't even know the spelling nor the pronunciation of the word. Sore loser. That's you, UglyYuBin. You're nothing but a sore loser. Scram! Get lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-7135749810742133536?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7135749810742133536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=7135749810742133536&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7135749810742133536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7135749810742133536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7135749810742133536' title='On UglyYuBin'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-1343849448250399616</id><published>2009-09-27T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:18:03.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall escapades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Cheer Dance + Ondoy + Grocery</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEER DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O. My. Gosh. We won! I know it might be too late to post this, but I still have a hangover on what happened last Friday. It only shows God's awesome-ness and Pasteur's awesome skills. The night before, I was really losing hope because we weren't done with the cheer yet and our dance steps are still flawed. We went home at 10:30 pm, our bodies tired from the intense practice and our hearts discouraged. Our costumes are not even ready for the contest. All of us stayed up until 3 am just to finish sewing the needed foil wrap. I didn't know how to sew, so I had to study it first. I finished sewing at 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did not give up. We practiced in the morning under the rain and finished just in time for the contest. LOL. Some of us were not able to eat lunch because of that cheer dance competition. Ah, first section pride. I have always believed that the first section should always do their best in every contest because they cannot afford to lose. Not to any section or year level. Anyway, we were the only section who weren't dressed when we arrived at school. Everyone dressed inside the room. Good thing the parents were there to assist us in dressing. The boys were in the other corner, while we were dressing behind the lockers. I know it sounds weird but we didn't care if we were dressing with each other. The necessary make up were placed and the motorcycle was parked near the gym. We were really fired up because a section told us that our section's steps are always recycled. Another person told us that they will crush us with their killer cheer dance. We kept our cool and waited for our turn to dance. We prayed before dancing and got everything ready. Not everyone were able to dance because Shardae and Jelmar had to attend a seminar for Journalism, while Lulay and Berna have a choir contest the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of mistakes while dancing, but I really smiled while dancing. LOL. I was worried because the judges had these smug expressions on their faces. They weren't smiling at all, but we really smiled the best of our smiles during that time to prove that we are better than them. Turns out, their cheer dance sucked in the last minutes. Not that I'm bitter or anything. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that we won't despite the two-week preparation and the work load that our teachers are giving us. Go Pasteur! I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For those who wish to view our cheer dance, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vs_nJ-BE7PA"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONDOY TYPHOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really don't get the indifference of other people. I mean, how could people still rejoice other people doesn't have houses to live in? How could others envy those who are evacuating in Ateneo and La Salle? I know that the suspension of classes is a good thing, but how could someone eat in peace while other people are dying? I could not fathom their insensitivity and lack of human sympathy. I could not extend my help to the calamity victims and I know I could never help them (financially, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be a little harsh, but this is the comeback of nature on people who destroy its beauty. Think about it. Trash in the Philippines are everywhere, and so are negligent, stupid people who dumps their trash everywhere. People also denuded forests for personal gain. Establishments were made instead of preserving forests. Maybe this was nature's way of saying, "Hey, I think you went a little overboard, my friend?" Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone who reads this blog are fine and are in their homes. Take care, friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GROCERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I last went to the grocery with Mama. I really enjoyed the trip to the grocery because I had the chance to pick all the baon stuffs for the month. I asked Mama to buy  bread instead of Bread Pan because I really missed those sandwiches she used to prepare when I was in elementary. I prefer those instead of the commercial ready-to-eat biscuits. We bought Korean chocolate pies, some Quaker oatmeal cookies, and other stuffs that I want to eat at school. Yum! Before going home, we ate at McDonald's and talked about stuffs. Yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished for more time to do those kinds of stuff that I could never do when school works overflow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vs_nJ-BE7PA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vs_nJ-BE7PA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-1343849448250399616?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1343849448250399616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=1343849448250399616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1343849448250399616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1343849448250399616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1343849448250399616' title='Cheer Dance + Ondoy + Grocery'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-2799301553125937363</id><published>2009-09-20T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:49:37.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college entrance exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>ACET</title><content type='html'>I blew it. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not review anything for the ACET. Hahaha. We were busy for the cheer dance competition and I've been busy for our investigative project so I didn't have much time for review and recap. I only read some of the formula without memorizing and slept the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Ateneo is LOL-some. I chose not to go with my classmates so that my mother and I could have some mini adventures before getting there. We stopped at the wrong place. LOL. We boarded the LRT and missed the right station. We went at the 5th avenue instead of the Doroteo Jose stop. We boarded another LRT to Doroteo Jose and rode the next LRT to Katipunan. Mind you, it was fun getting on and off the train especially when the LRT is not crowded. Haha. I was really amazed because I didn't think anybody would still practice chivalry inside the LRT. Seriously. The LRT to D. Jose was crowded. We waited at the wrong area (because there are places for the ladies and the elderly right?) and waited at the men's instead. My mother is a time freak and insisted to get in because we will be late. It was only 10 am that time, and my ACET schedule is 1:30-6:30 pm. There are lots of good-looking men inside *blushes* and almost everybody is standing already, but two &lt;s&gt;awesome, cute&lt;/s&gt; men actually gave their seat to us. It's very rare to see men do that so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to eat at Red Ribbon first. There were people from Ateneo and some ACET takers. LOL. It took me about 5 minutes to realize that we were in front of Ateneo. LOL. After eating, I decided to go inside NBS Katipunan and look around. Inside, I reviewed the classics for a while and browsed a bit. I looked for some titles inside and I was surprised to see The Golden Compass (brand new and still sealed) on sale. 20% off! Being an impulsive buyer, I immediately grabbed a copy and bought a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a tricycle ride, we arrived at the Ateneo High School. I was wearing a spaghetti strap and a thin white cardigan (to promote the conservative look LOL) but after an hour of waiting and looking for my classmates, I was drenched in sweat. I didn't bother taking the cardigan off because it won't do me any good. Hahaha. I wasn't talking to anybody because it's as if everyone has their own set of friends/classmates and I'm all alone. LOL. I gave up on looking for my classmates and waited in line. At 1:30 pm, we were sent to our respective testing rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our proctor is really awesome. He's an alumnus of AdMU and is now working at Accenture as a marketing manager. He's really cool and nice (plus his looks are great too) and he always checks on us at the end of every part. He always asks "Okay ba?" with this awesome smile on his face. I was not so stressed in taking the test because his face looks really assuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proficiency part was the easiest part. I finished my essay and answered all English questions. Math is really easy, too. I had time to re-check my answers. The General Information is easy too. Most of them were Science questions. I wasn't able to answer the Abstract Reasoning and Numerical Ability part because the time is really limited and I hated answering those money problems. Hahaha. I guessed the rest of the 15 items because I had to. Haha. I felt bad about it last night, but I moved on easy, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't have manners. The MRT ride annoyed me. The other MRT broke down, so people had to bear with the crowd. Everyone were pushing themselves in like crazy as if the other MRT won't come arrive anymore. It even came to the point where the people pushed the MRT door open so that they could ride on it. Some people nearly tripped and bumped me. If there was anything that I hated, it would be bumping me and tripping over me. I yelled "Ano ba!" without thinking to the person who was laughing beside me because she was pushing herself to me. I kept silent until we reached Gateway. We planned on eating there, but my mother insisted to board the MRT to Ayala first so that we could eat in peace. I hesitated at first but gave in already. When we got there, she immediately hailed a bus with the sign board Pacita. In short, I didn't get to eat at SM Makati. I was really annoyed so I sat at the last row of the bus and started texting everyone. We ate at SM Muntinlupa first then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried watching Samurai Champloo again, but after the fourth episode, I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My odds of passing the Ateneo College Entrance Exam is miniscule, but I'm still hoping for a miracle. Haha. I might not get into any of the four universities that I plan on studying in. LOL. The results will be released on January. My Ateneo application number is 011199, &lt;s&gt;so if you don't mind, please check my results in their site.&lt;/s&gt; *shot endlessly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-2799301553125937363?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2799301553125937363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=2799301553125937363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2799301553125937363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2799301553125937363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2799301553125937363' title='ACET'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-4847193018532463518</id><published>2009-09-18T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:47:58.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matters of the heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><title type='text'>On Love</title><content type='html'>Love is a surreal feeling, an emotion which cannot be described by words. I may sound like a crazy person but I don't think I am really cut out for love. I am really used to the cycle of loving and hurting, but this time I think I should just give up. It's really tiring to love someone who'd only make you fall and leave you just like that. I thought of holding on to that, but one month passed and I did not hear from him again. Gah. I mean, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should have proper control over my heart, but I'm tired of blaming everything to myself. I needed to blame someone for it. I'm completely bruised and I want nothing but solace. I've been crying myself out for days already and I wanted change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing my doors on love and I swear not to fall for anyone again. Not until the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-4847193018532463518?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4847193018532463518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=4847193018532463518&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4847193018532463518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4847193018532463518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4847193018532463518' title='On Love'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5424594087932083241</id><published>2009-09-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:42:49.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>On the Verge of Falling</title><content type='html'>You guys have seen me at my worst. This is, so far, the worst moment of my life. I have never wept this much (except in 6th grade) and I have never been emotionally broken before. I know, some of you might have experienced my wrath and my sudden upturn of behavior. For the second time, I'm sorry. I still feel the pain searing through my heart, but I have learned to set aside things for self-improvement. Alas, the old Aina is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very shitty for a week; my temper is very unstable and I usually yell at people, including my friends. Sorry, guys. I know I didn't tell you anything, but still, you understood and took me back. Thank you for understanding me and loving me still. I also put the blame on other things, but it is I who deserved the blame. I'm sorry. I needed something to blame and I was afraid of putting the blame on me. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to thank the people who stuck with me and helped me feel better. I wouldn't be back to normal without your help. Ate LJ, Ate Reg, Ate Lou, thank you. Although you might not be able to read this, I wanted to thank you for comforting me at my worst. You don't know how much your text messages and PMs helped me cope. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deejay, thank you for reminding me how to smile. I was frowning the whole time and I already forgot how to smile. You might be a complete stranger but you really helped a lot. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really frustrated over everything that I easily cried at stuff. I was very vulnerable and unreasonable. I threw tantrums and I did stuff without thinking. I also wanted to apologize to my parents who bore with me during those awful days. Sorry, Ma and Pa. I love you, really. I'm very sorry for acting all cocky and indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, God, for never giving up on a flimsy creature like me. Thank You for helping me get through this. I will be a stronger person, I promise. I love You. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are taking its turn for the better. Smiles really help brighten up one's day, no matter how shitty or crappy one's day is. I'm trying to be the cheerful person everyone knew before stress got to me. I'm sure I'll forget about this whole thing soon, but one thing will really stick to the pits of my heart. Never let your problem get to you. I'm a very weak person and I tend to get shaken very easily. I have also concluded that one's lowest point gives ways for self-contemplation and improvement. In that part of my life, I knew more about myself and my weaknesses. Unrequited love I can handle, but these things I can't. Nobody's perfect, but we could always be close to perfection, right? Ugh. I'm not making real sense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press on! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5424594087932083241?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5424594087932083241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5424594087932083241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5424594087932083241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5424594087932083241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5424594087932083241' title='On the Verge of Falling'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-7203831977232758581</id><published>2009-09-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:03:21.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>Depressed like Hell</title><content type='html'>I'm so depressed and pathetic that I cried today at school. Twice. All the stress and pressure is getting to me. I'm sorry, guys, for being so irritable and unreasonable. I'm really sorry, classmates, for being the worst person ever today. I said bad, mean things to you and I hurt your feelings. To those that I cursed and I wished to die, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very depressed because of my grades in AdChem and Math. I promised myself not to copy in the quarterly exams. And I did not. I was not able to finish the test. I only made it through the 30-item multiple choice exams. I lost 20 points. 20 fucking points. I was really depressed because I did not finish the test while almost everyone copied their answers in the problem solving. Whenever I think about it, I really feel like crying because God knows who are the ones who are really working hard for their scores, but others rely on their seatmates for the right answers. Isn't that unfair? I mean, I really know who are the ones who really study and stay late studying. I really studied for that exam, but I did not finish it. I did not fucking finish it. I bet I'm one of the lowest in rank this grading. I might not even be able to take the OWWA scholarship exam because of those leeches. Sure, I love my classmates, but isn't that a little unfair? Don't they feel guilty of what they are actually doing? The same goes for Math, and now I'm at the point where I'm not thinking straight and I'm drowning in my own loneliness. I didn't know how to lessen this feeling (but Good Times Manila surely helped) so I blogged it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best not to copy anymore. I'm also trying my best not to share my answers anymore because I'm worried that I might not be able to stand on my own in college. Whenever I get a perfect score, I really feel good inside because it's something that I worked for. Change must start in ourselves, and I wanted to change the kind of system that our class has. If we are going to be like this, what will happen to the Philippines ten years from now? We'll be no different from the corrupt officials that we love to scorn and despise. Ugh. I really feel like crying. Good bye, DOST. So long, OWWA. TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cried due to physical pain. CAT is really pushing me out of my limits. I know it's a little shallow but CAT is really intense. Gah. I know I'm a person with no sense of direction and balance. A little step could make me trip and have bruises. I actually got dizzy after the phasing and the stretching because it was done simultaneously. Despite my body frame I'm really really prone to nausea and imbalance. I knocked my head for almost thirty times today. After we were dismissed, I actually lay flat on the gym floor without thinking and hurt my back. Which made me cry really hard. I was very hungry and thirsty too, so I cried while eating Nagaraya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this soon will pass and I hope I'd still be able to take the OWWA test. Please pray for me. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-7203831977232758581?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7203831977232758581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=7203831977232758581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7203831977232758581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7203831977232758581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7203831977232758581' title='Depressed like Hell'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-8842602675621002415</id><published>2009-09-09T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:06:52.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>9 things on 999</title><content type='html'>This day is a blog-worthy day. Aside from the fact that today is a very rare day (since it's very rare to have a date with the same digits- you do get what I'm trying to convey right?) Today is a mixture of different emotions. Gah. I'm exhausted but I really wanted to post something for this very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gokudera Hayato's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs27/300W/i/2008/082/a/6/KHR__Gokudera_Hayato_by_OukaSakazaki.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 278px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs27/300W/i/2008/082/a/6/KHR__Gokudera_Hayato_by_OukaSakazaki.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, sweetheart! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. It was the first thing that I saw this morning when I looked into my phone to check my messages. I was surprised and happy. My mother thought I was crazy because I kept on singing Happy Birthday in my room. I was actually singing to my Gokudera keychain who was smiling at me and is showing a seize the day look. I was instantly awake because of that. I almost got late at school though because the jeepney that I rode got caught by the police. LOL. I went in front to get my fare (thick-faced and shameless lady) without the consent of the driver and went to hail another jeepney. It was okay to get my fare like that because I just boarded the jeep when he got caught. And it wasn't my fault, by the way. To my surprise, the jeepney that I just left continued its trip. The rain poured harder and I was standing by a roofless pavement. LOL. I had to ride a crowded jeepney out of desperation. Again, happy birthday, Gokudera. &lt;s&gt;I love you. :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The suspension of classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it. The prayer of all students. I wasn't expecting it though. But I was really happy to know that the classes are suspended and I could spend the day somewhere in peace. LOL. I jumped like crazy when I knew about the news because the principal was not around when it was announced that all elementary and high school level classes are suspended due to heavy rains. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abby's birthday celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you; Abby and Gokudera share the same birth date. This is the happiest birthday celebration that I have ever joined. We planned on surprising Abby in her home in Sucat. I acted as an accomplice. LOL. It was the first time that I actually witnessed friends exerting a lot of effort for their friend's birthday. When we arrived there, her room was really arranged by her friends and her mother was even an accomplice! Gah. I wanted a birthday like that. The food was awesome. Yummy. Gastronomically pleasing. I ate four plates of assorted cakes, puto, shrimps, menudo, spaghetti and chicken. I know, I sound like a glutton but I haven't eaten anything during the break and I was really hungry, that's why I ate something as many as those. LOL. I didn't eat dinner too. I loved the punch in Abby's (Pineapple orange punch with apples and oranges). Yum. I could still feel food through my mouth. LOL. The best part was the karaoke part because everyone really sang and every moment was lively. LOL. It is really fun to spend time with my classmates because they are not killjoys like other people. Wahaha! What I really admire the most about my classmates is that whenever we have gatherings or parties, it is really alcohol-free and smoke-free. Yeaaah. Rock on, Pasteur. Happy birthday, Abby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bold attempt at Filipino short story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is still Aina's blog, and no you're not mistaken. I'm really trying to come up with a story in Filipino. This will test my versatility in writing and will make me a better writer. My draft is saved in Livejournal. I intend to continue writing tomorrow since I lost the mood in writing already. I'm using a romance plot (the most cliche and easiest plot) and I might look for someone to proofread it. Yay for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secrecy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously getting more and more annoyed with my other best friend. Best friends must be there for other best friends in their time of need right? As for my other best friend, she does not share her problems to us. I don't feel like a best friend at all when I'm with her. She loves keeping things from us like her relationship with that abominable guy and stuffs like that. I doubt that she forgets to share it to us. What really got on my nerves was that other people who don't really know her that much are the first ones to know about her situation. I don't know whether we're still best friends or what, but I hope I could confront her this weekend. This reaaally bugs the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruined key chain and messed up Bob Ong books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was okay until I got home. I got home late (around 8) from Sucat when I found out that my Hibari key chain was beheaded by my *insert mean adjective here* sister. I also found out that my sister wrote on all of my Bob Ong books. I was really furious and I wanted to pull her hair and drag her out of the computer seat. Because I got a hold of myself, I only grabbed the headset and commanded her to get out of the swivel chair. Haha. I know, I'm a heartless witch who has no mercy on little kids, but she deserves it because she already ruined a lot of stuffs that I actually bought. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Realization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I realized that I'm not really ready for love. Crush. Infatuation is enough to keep me inspired. LOL. End of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a site that I found in Marxel's plurk/blog (I can't remember, sorry) which reminded me that there are other people whose lives are more F'd than mine. Haha. I can't help but laugh while reading other people's mistakes and faults. Evil, but it helps me get through my hellish life everyday. Haha. This one really got me laughing for minutes. Srsly, I'm not exaggerating. &lt;blockquote&gt;Today, it was raining. I was out walking with my girlfriend, and decided it would be cute if we bit of dancing in the rain. As I was swinging her round, I swung her head against a lamp post. She broke up with me. FML&lt;/blockquote&gt;Funny, right? If you're really stressed and you need a break, go to this site. You'd surely thank your life's not as bad as theirs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The chat with Ate Kriselle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really made my day because it's been a month(?) since we last talked and I really missed her. Haha. I even said things and vented out all my anger (refer to #6) to her. LOL. If ever you dropped by, thank you Nee-chan for making my day. Srsly. It was comforting to know that someone had the same view on cheating. Gah. I still feel bad about my periodical exam in AdChem, and I swear just thinking of it right now makes me want to cry all over again. At least I did not copy from anybody during the exam. But what really makes me feel bad is the fact that those who does not study are going to get higher marks than me. Gah. I feel sick just thinking about it. But I made a choice, and I must stick to it no matter what, or else I'm no different from them. Ugh. Nee-chan, super thanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the day has ended, I'm going to sleep already. Haha. :D Til my next post~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-8842602675621002415?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8842602675621002415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=8842602675621002415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8842602675621002415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8842602675621002415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8842602675621002415' title='9 things on 999'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-7416522975531394518</id><published>2009-08-24T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:15:53.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>Metamorphism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my essay for admission in the Ateneo de Manila University. I found it while cleaning my desktop before doing the article for Monitorette (August edition). Ugh, this sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that I have already got everything figured out: from what course to take to the kind of clothes that I have to wear. I have always thought that my life was complete, meaningful even, but when I looked back and evaluated my life and looked at other people’s lives, it was barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up without experiencing how to play in the rain, or to play and shout under the heat of the sun. I was restricted to go outside, and because I was a kid, I understood. I thought that if I would obey my parents, I would be a very rich and successful person someday. I have always had that faith in my parents and in their guidance. I thought that not playing with other kids was normal, and I thought that not watching TV was normal. My life was centered into studying, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was the most beautiful thing that has happened to me. It was the time when I had to break my own walls, and establish new limits for me to surpass. It was the time that I experienced what childhood really feels like. The emptiness and my lack of personality was slowly filled with new insights, and slowly I feel like have developed my own personality. I learned that the rain was lovely, that running wildly with friends was priceless, and that trying new things wasn’t as bad as it looks. I learned that there was more to life than studying and reading. I discovered new things and learned everything from personal experiences, and for once I felt that all the emotions, all those desirable and annoying characters from the books that I have read are coming into life. It felt wonderful. It was as if I had mingled with sinister villains and amiable godmothers that I only saw in books. I found the thing that I could actually call my interest. High school gave me enough time to grow and discover myself. Before, I was having a hard time describing what I want, or what I was really like. High school helped me to know myself more through other people. I have never been attached to anything or to anybody before, but it was this brilliant experience that showed me how great friends are. I also discovered anime through high school. I found motivation and passion in everything because of anime. The characters made me inspired to go further and do more than others can. Writing is another thing. I found out that writing is beautiful, and that expressing oneself need not be very complicated. Through words and letters, I gave life to characters. Some are desirable; while some are not. I wanted to make people smile through my writing. In the process, I also began to appreciate art and its different forms. My life was never the same again, and at the same time, I felt closer to my family, because I understood why they were restricting me before. I used to go to mass without really understanding the Word. In high school, I began to know Him more while knowing more about myself too. He was there during the times when I am down and I thought I would break down. Knowing more about God and His plans for me is unquestionably the best thing that happened in those four years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this very significant event in my life, I was able to define myself and know further about myself. Before, I was a seed; nurtured by my family and my small circle of friends. Now, I am a flower in its early bloom. I shall continue to bloom and inspire other people around me in the way that they inspire me. I will never stop in searching for my purpose, and once that I have found it; I shall serve my purpose in this world. I will do well in my job, and I shall continue pressing on until the time that the Creator holds me in His arms and says, “My child, you have done well.” This event will always be beautiful to me and has transformed me into a different person like the changes in a life cycle of a butterfly: from a shy, closed cocoon to a wonderful, beautiful and an amazing butterfly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-7416522975531394518?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7416522975531394518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=7416522975531394518&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7416522975531394518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7416522975531394518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7416522975531394518' title='Metamorphism'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-8024378293169009146</id><published>2009-08-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:37:07.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall escapades'/><title type='text'>Shopping Galore</title><content type='html'>The stressful weeks are almost over, so I decided to celebrate by buying new stuffs. It was my sister's birthday last Tuesday and I forgot to buy something for her, so I included her in my list. It wasn't much of a shopping trip because I was not able to buy everything that I wanted, but I'm very proud because I used my own money in buying new stuffs. Yay for me! I was never the person who bought things like flip flops and clothes. I usually spend my money on books, but this time, I spent it on clothes. Yay! I was able to buy a present for my sister, a Nicolas Sparks book and a new pair of Havaianas flip flops. The book was something to keep me busy for a day. I also needed a muse to write again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not expecting to buy Havaianas because Havaianas is one of the brands that I don't really appreciate. I hated Havaianas because almost everybody is wearing it and the number of Havaianas imitations are increasing. I was stepping in and out of stores today when I saw a store in Festival selling Havaianas. I was curious so I went in and checked whether those are true. Funny, I know. Hahaha. I saw a black flip flops with a small trinket of the Philippine flag and I instantly fell in love with it. Without thinking twice, I bought it. I didn't feel any regrets though. Just staring at it makes me happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to use your own money while buying stuffs for yourself. I will not buy stuffs from the canteen anymore and save up for new tees. :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-8024378293169009146?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8024378293169009146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=8024378293169009146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8024378293169009146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8024378293169009146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8024378293169009146' title='Shopping Galore'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5860310572413172099</id><published>2009-08-21T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:44:33.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>On Nobuta wo Produce</title><content type='html'>I finished watching Nobuta wo Produce last night and there aren't enough words to describe how brilliant NOP is. While I was watching it last night, I was really crying hard because I was having so much fun, I forgot that I'm already a senior, and soon I will be leaving high school for college. Just thinking of it makes me really sad. I wanted to graduate because I'm getting tired already and I wanted a new life, but I just couldn't leave my friends and the strong relationship that we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that after this, everything will change. I know that some of us might find it awkward to greet each other after bumping into our campuses. I know that some might not get in touch with everybody anymore. I know that some won't even bother greeting others anymore. We'd be living different lives already, and the stuffs that we used to do (e.g. eating with one another, chatting, laughing like crazy, playing, having DVD marathons etc.), we can't do it anymore because we're in different schools and everyone does not have the same schedule and time of availability. Somehow, I wished for time to run slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to savor the last months of my high school life. Saying goodbye is hard for me, really. While I was watching it last night, I really cried at the part where Shuji had to say goodbye. Nobuta's decision made me sad too, because Shuji and Akira were her first true friends and their friendship is really incredible. It was not easy to let your friends go and leave you for another school. It was not easy to adjust either. After high school, I wish I could do that too. I was used to having all of my classmates whenever I needed them, and I don't think I could adjust and let go of them. I'd probably die just thinking that we will be spending less time with each other. I know I sound absurd and obsessed, but these people are the ones who were really true to me. I never gave a damn to my former batchmates (sorry, guys) because they never saw through me. They backstabbed me and did very bad things to me. But my classmates accepted me for what I am, and told me things that I needed to improve on. They were the best people that I have ever met, and I really love them. I have never been this attached to people before, and I don't think that I will be brushed off this easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire the former Pascal batches because they are really close to each other and they always find time to hang out despite their busy schedules. They might be far apart, but it seems like they're always together because their friendship never diminished although everyone had to grow up. I wanted the same for our section. I want to grow up with my classmates together. I may meet new people, but I want to keep them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post seems really far from the title. Haha. There aren't much time left, but I'm going to enjoy the last seven months of high school, minus the stress and graveyard shifts. ♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5860310572413172099?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5860310572413172099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5860310572413172099&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5860310572413172099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5860310572413172099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5860310572413172099' title='On Nobuta wo Produce'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5422376127984562766</id><published>2009-08-16T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:33:38.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Field Trip</title><content type='html'>I was too tired to post this last night, but this year's field trip is the best that I had since I started schooling. This year's field trip was held in Tanay, Rizal. The freshmen and sophomores held their field trip in the Daranak Falls, while the juniors and seniors had theirs in Camp Capinpin. Honestly, I didn't think that I'll enjoy the trip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; much. I was so worried last Friday night because everything seems rushed and I don't feel prepared too. I was also thinking about having more sleep at home and studying for the quarter exams on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the trip is fun because our section had the whole bus to ourselves. There were some Pauli students and teachers, but that didn't change nor diminish the fun that we felt back there. I wasn't able to get some sleep because everyone was so hyper and I wanted to be hyper as well. Haha! Food was so abundant back there; everyone really brought lots of food! Berna, my classmate, brought food that is good for almost two to three days of camping out. We ate a lot on the way, went to Shell to do our own businesses and eat breakfast. It was fun and memorable especially for my friends, because we do not get to hang out with Arjo every day. Arjo got separated from us back in third year, but our friendship is still superb as before. It was really fun talking while traveling because we had the chance to catch up and, well, hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/Sof24lAvI1I/AAAAAAAAACg/EMCa4S1L5l8/s1600-h/CC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/Sof24lAvI1I/AAAAAAAAACg/EMCa4S1L5l8/s320/CC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370532532530914130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pasteur and the soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place wasn't as pretty as I had imagined, but it was one hell of a camp. The soldiers were really awesome. Their posture and form are really commendable. Gyahaha! It even came to a point that I wanted to be one. LOL. Of course that will be a very drastic change of dreams, but oh well. Haha. I'll just marry one someday. ROFL! Anyway, everything was awesome. Except for the film showing, I loved everything about Camp Capinpin. For a day, I actually forgot all about my pc and my cell phone. I bonded with Mother Nature and her beauty. I still can't get over it. Haha! After the film showing, we ate our lunch in a huge banana leaf. It was really fun! We used our bare hands while eating and traded food. Yum! Haha! It was troublesome for those who brought many foods because we had to eat everything and not leave a single grain of rice on the leaf. After eating, we proceeded to the Crop Field Survival station where soldiers taught us on how to cook food using bamboo sticks. I was so amazed that I was really clapping my hands while yelling, "Wow! Ang galing!" I was so loud that everyone was staring at me. LOL! We went to the obstacle course next. We weren't forced to do the obstacles, but I tried doing all of them. The first obstacle is the tunnel where you have to crawl with your head low. It wasn't as challenging as the other obstacles, so I did it. The next obstacle is the caterpillar. I got so dirty while doing that obstacle because you had to lie down and move using your shoulders and feet. As usual, I was so slow while doing it. I wasn't able to accomplish two obstacles. The first one nearly broke my head. Seriously. I was so determined to swing, but I forgot to hold the other bar. I fell at an angle of 360 degrees, kidding aside. Good thing the soldier on guard caught me and after two seconds, I'm up again. He advised me not to finish the obstacle already. I followed his advice because I cannot afford to bruise my face again. Not in the camp. I am a person without a sense of direction. I also trip on perfectly flat places, so I decided not to do the next obstacle. The balance log was 5 feet high, for sanity's sake! I was scared of falling, so I did not do it. Again, I tripped before going to the final obstacle. Hahaha. That's what Aina is all about. *shot shot shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final obstacle was the hardest of all the obstacle courses in the camp. And I'm so proud because I was able to do it! OMG YAAAAY! In the final obstacle, you had to cross the eleven-feet lake using a thin rope without falling. I wanted to do it because my mother usually do not allow me taking risks. Hahahaha. I waited for a very long time before I actually got on the rope. While I was there, I was really scared like hell. My classmates were yelling things like, "OMG Aina, go! Wag kang tumingin sa ibaba!" I did not look downwards because I nearly fell when I did. My arms were hurting, and I really felt like falling on purpose, but I tried to finish it. The soldiers were ready to catch us if we'll fall, anyway. Haha! I finished it, guys! YAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/Sof234aG8ZI/AAAAAAAAACY/RuMGKoL1IsI/s1600-h/OMGYAY%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/Sof234aG8ZI/AAAAAAAAACY/RuMGKoL1IsI/s320/OMGYAY%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370532520557736338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sierra Madre next, and despite the limited time that we spent there, I actually had the most fun there. Our plan to surprise Kristine was a success! It was her birthday last Tuesday and we were not able to plan on anything. LOL. Also, our class hung out there by playing. Haha! We played human carpet, and I swear it wasn't as fun as the first game. Hahaha! Now I know who among Pasteur is the heaviest. LOL. The scenery was breath-taking and the resort was really beautiful. Lying on the grass was really fun, and MunSci's vainest section did its favorite hobby. We captured a lot of pictures in the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride to Muntinlupa was really fun because we got all wacky and, again, ate a lot of food. Haha. Some of my classmates were asleep, while some were talking about stuffs. The sharing of the corniest jokes was one of the best parts because we were really laughing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour guide: Knock knock...&lt;br /&gt;Pasteur: Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Tour guide: Tatsulok.&lt;br /&gt;Pasteur: Tatsulok who?&lt;br /&gt;Tour guide: Hey TATSULOK in your eyes. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Hahaha! This is an event that I will treasure forever. I am hoping for more. :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5422376127984562766?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5422376127984562766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5422376127984562766&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5422376127984562766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5422376127984562766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5422376127984562766' title='Field Trip'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/Sof24lAvI1I/AAAAAAAAACg/EMCa4S1L5l8/s72-c/CC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-9055886311082107604</id><published>2009-08-10T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:23:02.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korina Sanchez is my Soulmate?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Korina Is Your Soulmate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Kiel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG, I do?! Wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider Sir Nap your true friend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gyahaha, I didn't know Sir Nap and I were friends.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Dianne is always thinking of you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I knew it, Dianne! You are always thinking of meeee!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember Christian for the rest of your life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course I will. I will remember your obsession with the color green, your funny jokes and your... er, funny jokes.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Berna is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yes I do! Haha! Go Twin! But I love you still.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Abby is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is she? LOL. Haha. Go White Musk.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Christine is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Christine changes lovers faster than underwear. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;About the loyal part, true, true. But the lover part?! O_O&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Karen is shy and non-confrontational. And that Karen has a hidden internet romance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, Karen is very shy and kawaii. Go Ji Hoo! Is he your hidden internet romance?&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-9055886311082107604?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/9055886311082107604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=9055886311082107604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/9055886311082107604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/9055886311082107604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#9055886311082107604' title='Korina Sanchez is my Soulmate?!'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5812886208977087682</id><published>2009-08-10T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:36:57.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Hell Week</title><content type='html'>Hell week officially starts NOW. Wish me luck. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tried walking from school to boundary. MAN, it was very tiring but I was really happy knowing that I reached Boundary without all those rushed breathing. LOL. I was also happy because it only took me twenty minutes to reach Boundary. Oh well. And I was carrying a thick Calculus book, a backpack and a lunch bag. The experience was rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also thinking of not really spending anything at all. I regret spending money on food and useless stuffs last Saturday. It was hard malling alone. Haha. I was going in and out of stores alone. When I left Festival Mall, my wallet was empty. Gaaah. LOL. But I don't regret buying that cute Hot!Tsuna poster and Chibi!Hibari keychain which is now strapped on my bag. Sweeeet. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my mind is drained today. EMPTIED, even. We had a surprise periodical test in Advanced Chemistry which really shocked me to death. The test was announced thirty minutes before the test proper, for whoever's sake! Gaaah. I was really shocked that I didn't know what I did during the exam. I wasn't able to answer the last problem due to panic. Kssss. Anyway, I answered everything except that problem. Wah. I might not even pass AdChem. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quiz/summative marathon today. Haha. From 7 am to 5 pm we had quizzes, summative tests and a periodical test. I'm trying to regain my summative before studying again for another test, so yes, I am blogging again because for the next four days I might restrict myself from using the computer. Haha. I usually forget all the important things to do whenever I'm online. LOL. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I might add a wishlist (got the idea from Ate Ariane's and Ate Louise' blogs) so that I could earn and save money properly. I mean money is made to spent right? LOL. Haha! Til then~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5812886208977087682?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5812886208977087682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5812886208977087682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5812886208977087682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5812886208977087682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5812886208977087682' title='Hell Week'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-1373818654343534865</id><published>2009-08-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:09:57.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Breaking Free</title><content type='html'>After almost six months of not going to VCF (Victory Christian Fellowship) due to extreme schedules, my feet led me to VCF today. It was awesome. I missed the feeling of talking intimately to God and listening to the preaching every Saturday afternoon. I led a very sinful life during those six months, and I felt my faith loosen during those times. In fact, I was so guilty that I was actually crying while singing. I felt guilty because all this time I have been chasing different things which are not important. I felt bad because I always chose sleeping over going to church. Every time I went to the church, half my body was dragging itself to go there. I feel so bad because I wasn't being a good example of a Christian to others. After going to VCF today, I was really moved by His words again, and for the nth time, I fell in love with God again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic is about the misconceptions people usually have when they are talking about Jesus. Jesus is strict. Yes, He is strict because He cannot tolerate sins. He gave me my own boundaries, and I must respect it. He is like our biological father. He will never give us something that will lead to our destruction. Inside those limits lie a full life filled with love, faith and happiness. What really got to me was the part when Pastor King was talking about going out my boundaries and trying something bad for a while, and then going back inside the boundary He has set but still holding on to the bad things that I tried before. Yaoi came into my mind. That's when I started crying. I was really guilty about reading yaoi and watching yaoi. I am always repenting for all the things that I do but I could not let go of the worldly things that are holding me away from Him. Thinking about giving up yaoi is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;, but I will try my best to let go of it. I will try my best to live my life according to His will, and I will never falter again from my resolve. Tonight I will get rid of all my yaoi goodies. I know it's really hard, but for Him I'd do anything. Just thinking of deleting all those files makes me cry, but He sacrificed His only son to redeem me from my sins. This act is nothing compared to the step that I am taking. I also wanted to break free from these things and start anew. I don't know what will happen to my otaku life next, but I will remain an otaku forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;God in my laughing&lt;br /&gt;There in my weeping&lt;br /&gt;God in my hurting&lt;br /&gt;God in my healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't care what people will say&lt;br /&gt;I'm running after You&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn back and go their way&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm running after You&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm running after You&lt;br /&gt;I'm running after You&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, GOD!♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-1373818654343534865?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1373818654343534865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=1373818654343534865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1373818654343534865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1373818654343534865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1373818654343534865' title='Breaking Free'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-8731014010654350798</id><published>2009-08-08T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T03:03:38.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>Who said young people do not want to talk about politics and its sick world? I have always been aware of what goes around in the system, and I always make sure that I am involved. I have always wanted change for the country, because it is slowly decaying into trash. The freedom and the government our heroes tried to put up is now breaking down due to the same people who wanted nothing but higher social status, fame and money. Below is a proof that young people are aware and involved in the dirty world of politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us make ourselves aware and work for a better Philippines. I created this post to encourage the youth to get involved and move now. XDDDD Go youth! Let us work to a better political system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: What movie is that, Appa?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: idiocracy&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Idiocracy's the title? O_O&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: yes&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Gyahaha, what is it about? Is it really crappy?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: see it for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: crappy polt&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: plot*&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: crappy story&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: etc&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17:  I would not waste my time on that. Why are you still awake?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: i am still watching the movie&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: plus im enjoying my weekend&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: lol&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: You're really planning on finishing that?  Gyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: i like seeing stupidity&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Geee. Watch Jackass.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: jackass&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: is an even better movie&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Gyahaha, I was laughing like crazy when we watched it at jec's&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: well, this movie wil make you frown&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Gosh. Haha. I shall watch that when I'm all sad and emo.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: it will make you frown in a disgusted way&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Does it have gore or something?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: no&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: just stupidity&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Oh. Haha. Idiocracy right? I'll bookmark it for future references.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: what is keeping you awake?&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Ateneo forms. Haha. I need to submit them tomorrow or else I won't have my preferred testing schedule&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: tomorrow is sunday&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Are you okay? Tomorrow's saturday&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: it is saturday&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: right now&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: OMG, it's already this late?! I thought it was only 1 AM right now. O_O&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Gyahaha. Now I get it. *slaps head*&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: lol&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: We are in the same time zone right?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: of course&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Gyahaha. Sorry I wasn't thinking. *sabaw*&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: http://www.petitiononline.com/badwilly/petition.html&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: What is that?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: a petition&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: For?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: just read it&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Ah, that. I was really annoyed when I saw that. I already hate Willie Revillame before, but after showing that kind of disrespect, I was really angered by it.  He's a hypocrite who puts all Filipinos in shame.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: of course&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: about all putting all filipinos to shame,&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: there's a lot more&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: not just him&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: I mean, he's making us pity-worthy to the public. The foreigners think that we are money-seeking people who would do stupid acts on air just to get money from them.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: about the foreigner part&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: its a lot worse&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Really? Why? Do your classmates think worse of us?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: not my classmates&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: but the general indo-china area&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: plus australia, england&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: This is the reason why I wanted to leave this sick country right after graduation. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: to be honest&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: i hate the average filipino&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: plus the government&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: average filipinos&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: are:&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: self-centered, intensely proud, stupid&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: There are very few people who would actually help change things for the better. Every one wants to be on top, pulling each other downwards. They would really do anything just to get cold hard cash.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: plus, the people who are actually aware and capable&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: @average filipino: YES. Those are the right words to describe them.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: refuse to stray into philippine politics&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Philippine politics is a thing that could really change people. It's okay if they don't want to be involved, but they could help by guiding the stupid people into the right path.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: well, the leaders right now are stupid themselves&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Did you know about what Gloria did to Cory?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: no&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: She removed the security personnel of Cory right after her death. Talk about impudence and lack of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: well, this is why i hate our political system&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Almost everything about Philippines now is hate-worthy. I hope our generation can change things for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: oh well&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: stupid people&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: vote/support stupid people&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: That's the same thing my mother told me yesterday. Gee. I don't think there's a single official in the higher gov't that has a good vision for this country.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: there could be hope&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: elections are coming up&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Yep. And so is Gloria's pursuit for ChaCha&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: but it  will take a generation for real change&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: i may sound brainwashed, but singapore's political system actually works&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: yes. it will really take a long time to change everything.&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: wow. go singapore. how does it work? is it republican? or parliament?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: parliamentary&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: although&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: the consequence is that some freedom is forfeited&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: because there has only been one party since the country was born&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: and they are very strict, firm, etc&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: really? shax. but a firm government is what this country needs.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: well, it works&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: they are politically stable&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: economically prepared&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: are there less crimes? do politicians do their own work instead of looking through each other's mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: 0.xxx % crime rate&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: WOW with the uppercase. Singaporeans must be very disciplined when it comes to the law.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: they must follow&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: or else they'll be delt with&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: do you mean...&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: jail&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: *slits throat*&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: aaah, I see. I thought they'd be killed if they won't&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17:&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: one of the main problems of the phil&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: is the people themselves&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: so how do we deal with the people? Should we kill lives just to make them abide?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: the slightest upset to freedom&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: and then everyone goes "peacefully" prostesting&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: seriously&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17:  OH CRAP. We have the same sentiments. People in the Phils are always overreacting when it comes to their rights. But they don't know what their responsibilities are.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: i support socialism&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: communism if the situation calls for&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: LOL. Socialism is effective if the ones elected are really smart and has a good sense of leadership.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: stalin screwed USSR up&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Communism?! I don't want that. Haha. What will happen to McDo if communism becomes our gov't?&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Yeah. IKR.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: a slight name change&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: What about Starbucks? Nike? T_T&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: communism is effective for desperate societies&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Are we that desperate already?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: hopefully not&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: if this goes on we might fall under that category.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: but the situation is pretty farfetched&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: yeah. gaaah. I'm losing hope already but I don't want to yet.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: it just takes a few brilliant minds&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: with a sense of justice&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Gyahaha. You should run in the 2010 presidential elections&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: nahh&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: if i would,&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: i will be alone ther&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: there*&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Why? You have your cabinet members. XD&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: with a poorly constructed democratic system&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: i'd only be opposed&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: Gee, you're right. But with a few brilliant words I suppose you can sway them. LOL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: impotence prevails in the governement&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: government*&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: true&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: IKR. The officials choose the option where they would get the most number of benefits.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: but that goes for bogus promises too&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: gyahaha. you are free to disappoint others.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: of course i am&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: but how far can they allow the disappointment to last?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: putting this nation into martial law&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: could be a solution&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: see. haha. you're deceiving them for a good cause.  they'll be happy if they'd see the fruit right away, right?&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: of course&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: @martial law: OMG, please don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: well&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: first thing's to get everyone's eyes and ears&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: then get everyone to FOLLOW&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: btw, i have to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17: yes, of course. Good night Alphonse. Thanks for the talk&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: have fun with that essay&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle is typing a message.&lt;br /&gt;Roby Evalle: no problem&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-8731014010654350798?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8731014010654350798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=8731014010654350798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8731014010654350798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8731014010654350798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8731014010654350798' title='Politics'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6107347461681981406</id><published>2009-08-05T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:02:48.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>Wasted</title><content type='html'>Gyahaha. Yes, Aina is wasted for the time being. I'm always looking so stressed and frustrated. My classmates have this habit of taking stolen pictures while someone is doing something unconsciously. I was browsing their photo albums in Facebook last night after rewriting two notebooks (Physics and Calculus), and I noticed that I'm always frowning and my hair doesn't look right everytime they take a picture. LOL. I used to smile very often before. I even find myself smiling at strangers before. Weird right? But now, it's hard for me to smile at someone. Someone even said that I look scary. What the hell has happened to me? I wasn't like this before, really. I find it hard to smile and to laugh, knowing that there are lots of things to worry about and that I might not finish everything again tonight, then cram again tomorrow. The cycle continues. I wish I could smile more often though, because dang, I look like someone in her twenties already due to stress and extreme sleep deficiency. (What? O.O) It won't be hard trying to smile again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things as usual have been very busy. Everyone's cramming and burning the midnight oil to accomplish application forms, projects and killer assignments. I cannot blame my school nor my teachers for this, we chose to study in MunSci therefore we must face the consequences and responsibilities without complaining. I still have things to do (Ateneo essay, PPT presentation for Research, Drafts 1-4 for Journalism, yadda yadda) but I'm trying to make my day balanced. I just couldn't let go of some habits such as Plurking, LJ lurking and stuff. They are eating my study time, really, but without them I might go insane already. While typing this blog I'm still wearing a frown and a crossed pair of eyebrows. Gee. Haha. Facebook is another thing. I can't stop myself from reading and viewing tagged posts and pictures. Gaaah! I appreciate all the loads of work to do because I have less time thinking of him. Being preoccupied with school stuff is best for me, I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mapua entrance exam is fast approaching, and then again, I have to study. Haha. Ate Ariane! Thanks for pointing out all the haha's in my post last time. I have to control my hands typing all those haha's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my posts and responding to them patiently. I love talking with everyone. LOL. Go aja fighting! XDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6107347461681981406?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6107347461681981406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6107347461681981406&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6107347461681981406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6107347461681981406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6107347461681981406' title='Wasted'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-3209329203055065840</id><published>2009-08-02T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:40:38.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college entrance exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>UPCAT</title><content type='html'>At last! The day which decides my fate has arrived. I took the UPCAT yesterday, but before I vent out all my remorse, let me first tell you the good stuffs. Haha! I woke up very early because I wanted to avoid the traffic. I only had six hours of sleep, so I was very sleepy and I was literally dragging my body to take a shower. Haha. I wore a yellow top because Ate Lou, a friend of mine, said that yellow makes the mind think two to three times faster than normal, and it keeps the mind awake. I prepared all my things and wore a rosary for good luck. Haha. I might sound retarded but I was really desperate and I wanted UP more than anything. So there. Haha. We boarded a bus and went to Mantrade. Guess what happened next? My wedges broke! I was limping while walking to the MRT station. I didn't know that my black wedges were close to being dilapidated. Haha. My feet were a mess before I even got to UP. I never thought that I'd have an embarrassing moment before taking that test. Haha. By the way, yesterday's the first time that I have rode a MRT. Yaaay! Haha! I was taking pictures like crazy when I got there, despite the poor state of my wedges. Gaaah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SnWiC6c_O4I/AAAAAAAAACA/qJKfdqP8BCo/s1600-h/010820091334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SnWiC6c_O4I/AAAAAAAAACA/qJKfdqP8BCo/s320/010820091334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365372702016093058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MRT. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, we arrived at UP very early. Haha. We even bumped into Karra and Fidel in the jeepney ride. LOL. Haha. It's better to be very early than to be late. I wasn't able to roam around the campus because it was raining hard. Haha. I thought I was going to take the test alone. Mama was about to leave me because she wanted to look for temporary flip flops. My wedges won't do because the strap broke. Haha. We sat outside the College of Mass Communication for a long time. She was about to leave when I saw my classmate and her mom. Mama asked Clau's mom to look for flipflops, and to my surprise Mrs. Aseo agreed. Haha. I didn't know such saintly people actually existed up til the present times. Haha. I was saved by Claudine's mom. Yaaay! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SnWiDPA75aI/AAAAAAAAACI/La16BC7xC5U/s1600-h/010820091335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SnWiDPA75aI/AAAAAAAAACI/La16BC7xC5U/s320/010820091335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365372707535578530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of the Philippines- Diliman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch at Cafe Iana's, a sort-of restaurant near the CMC. Haha. The food was great! I tried the Lechon Paksiw, and it was really yummy. XD I wanted to try the silvana, but Mama said not to eat too much sweets. Harrr. The university was pretty strict about the CR rule, so I held my urine in for an hour and a half, only to find out that a portable toilet was actually near our area. I waited for almost ten people before I was able to use that darned toilet! Ugh! Haha! It wasn't fun holding your urine. Grr. I did that twice because I drank too much water before leaving. We headed back to the CMC building and waited for the morning session to leave the building. I actually talked to someone whom I didn't talk to at school. Haha. XD It was fun waiting with Clau and Kim, because we were talking about funny stuffs and somehow, all the nervousness was eased with laughter. Haha. When the morning session people went out, everyone was really frowning, so Kim, Clau and I agreed to leave the testing area with a smile on our faces, no matter how hard the test is. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test wasn't so hard, really. The real enemy of an UPCAT taker is the time pressure. Gah. I hated that timer in front because I usually fret whenever I see that my actions are timed. I have thirteen unanswered items. I feel really bad about the Language Proficiency part because I actually thought that 50 minutes was long enough. I read through the test questions very slowly, and before I knew it, the time was up. I had 3 unanswered items. T_T I finished Science in a quick pace. I even got enough time to eat and recheck everything. I went to the comfort room to stretch and to warm my hands. Haha. I can't think whenever my hands are cold, so I was jumping like crazy inside the comfort room. Math was my second dilemma. I wasn't able to answer a whole page! Gah! But I solved everything thoroughly. I made sure that I was answering a particular number correctly. Haha. I had ten blanks for Math, most of which are word problems. Tsk tsk. I was happy because I answered all the Geometry and Logic questions properly. *is trying to be optimistic* Reading Comprehension was the most fun part because I had so much time to spare. I didn't cheat and went back to Math and LP though, because that won't do me good. Haha. I even answered the survey part for fun, and ate the rest of my choco chip cookies. LOL. I tried to befriend my seatmate. Haha. She was pretty bubbly and kind. I was actually shocked when she chose UP Baguio as her first choice (she resides in Taguig, LOL). She wanted a change of atmosphere. Haha. I talked to her until we were allowed to retrieve our bags and leave the room. XDDDD When Clau, Kim and I left the building, we were wearing bright smiles, and I was glad to see our mothers relieved. Gyahaha! Kim parted with us, so I'm left with Claudine. I wished to go home with R-Jay and CJ, but the weather was too rough. We walked through the flooding waters of UPD. Haha. It was hard to hail a jeepney. We also rode the WRONG jeepney. Instead of the MRT jeep, we rode the LRT jeep. We weren't able to reunite with R-Jay and CJ. Gah, detour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SnWiDajOoBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-oMeJfNB5zM/s1600-h/010820091339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SnWiDajOoBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-oMeJfNB5zM/s320/010820091339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365372710632202258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LRT. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LRT station was very beautiful. I could've spent my time staring at awe, but I felt the urge to pee again. Haha. Stupid sphincter muscles. It was really lovely except for the CR part. It was very muddy and the CR had no flush. LOL. :)) I felt as though I was the girl in My Sassy Girl. Gyahaha! I promised to myself that I would ride that LRT nonstop for one day if I passed the UP. Haha. I was really amazed with the ticket booth because it was automated. Haha. It was even giving change! Haha! Amazing, right? :)) We stopped at Gateway and ate at KFC. Haha. I wanted to stay for a bit and roam inside the mall, but it was getting late and we're not even halfway home. We rode the MRT and we tested the principle in Physics regarding the center of mass. I tried not holding on to the pole, and spread my feet a little farther. Gyahaha. I did not fall, luckily. :D The hardest part was the bus part. I stood for an hour and, crap, no one even offered a seat to us. I arrived at ten and watched BOF with my sister. Haha. I slept at 12. It was very tiring, but who cares? Haha. I hope everyone would get into the university that they want and the course that they want. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. I don't think I can do it though. Tsk tsk. I had lots of blanks and I am not sure with my answers. Waaaah. Friends really helped me with their text messages. I was really feeling down last night because of those mistakes that I had. Gaaah. I really appreciate the text messages of Ate Lou, Peyt, Sam and Arjo. If it wasn't for them, I'd probably be sulking now. I did my best, really, and to wait is all that I can do. I will still cling to that hope in my heart that I'd pass the UPCAT and study in Diliman. Fighting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-3209329203055065840?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3209329203055065840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=3209329203055065840&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3209329203055065840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3209329203055065840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3209329203055065840' title='UPCAT'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SnWiC6c_O4I/AAAAAAAAACA/qJKfdqP8BCo/s72-c/010820091334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-4046962267485597677</id><published>2009-07-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:21:26.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>Waterloo</title><content type='html'>Math has always been my waterloo. I have always hated Math- since the day I started schooling until now. I loved Geometry because of its beautiful complexity, but if you were to ask what else do I love in the branches of Math, I don't have anything to answer anymore. If there were any topics that are in the top list of my most hated math topics, it was combinatorics and probability. And it is now dragging me and my grades down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never loved those topics. Really. I was never good at counting, and I probably never will be. I get easily fooled with money, what more with sets and their intersections? Dang, I haven't passed half of those quizzes our teacher gave and I lack examples on those topics. I hated failing because I used to get lovely grades because I used to study really well. Gah, I don't want to have my good grades be degraded by a measly subject. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is probability. I used to understand probability, there was even a time where I had a perfect summative test on probability (it was in first year, I think), but now I can't seem to understand anything, really. Grr. I feel so idiotic and stupid everytime I stare at my summative test paper and I can't get anything out of my mind. I felt pathetic when I computed my average. Gah. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; the passing mark. *cries even louder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound crazy and all but I'm really paranoid about this. I thought of the scholarship tests that I am going to take and I think I won't get accepted with this kind of marks. Calculus is another thing, and I'm enjoying Calculus more than the regular math, but Unified Math is really driving me crazy. We have this summative test this week, and we also have the UPCAT on Saturday. I haven't studied anything yet, and posting this blog is so not helping, but I will try to squeeze everything in this weekend and I will try not to cram on the test day. I also haven't gone to church for three weeks now, so I feel more rotten and bad inside. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. After posting this blog I will make my Ateneo essay and finish my AdChem and Statistics assignment, review for the UPCAT, start our SIP, do the extra credit for Research and faint. LOL. Fighting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-4046962267485597677?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4046962267485597677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=4046962267485597677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4046962267485597677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4046962267485597677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4046962267485597677' title='Waterloo'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6038716806053048843</id><published>2009-07-19T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:27:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still alive. Things have been very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; busy for the past few days and yes, I missed blogging a lot. I got really sick last two weeks and I was practicing for the Sayawit to be held this Wednesday (Wish us luck, everyone!) so there's really no time for me to read, post or even write things. I only had Plurk as a life balancing agent, I mean my sanity is slowly wearing off and I needed something to make it stay. LOL. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing the will and the urge to study every now and then, but I usually get a little push from my friends and myself, and after a day or two I feel motivated again. Wee. After all, it's already the last year and I need to graduate by leaving a good name in my school. (What the? Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished watching Boys over Flowers, and I'm still not over it. I mean, who could resist those cute Korean hotties? Haha! I even replaced my long-time wallpaper with Kim Hyun Joong's face (Yoon Ji Hoo in BOF) and I always stare at it before going to bed. Haha. I must say that the Korean version is the best version among the three live actions of the manga by Yoko Kamio. The scenery and the &lt;s&gt;boys&lt;/s&gt; are AWESOME! I don't know but I was crying while watching it. Haha! I love Ji Hoo the most because of his unwavering loyalty and his cute smile. He is the most lovable character in BOF because he's giving, kind, and smart. His eyes are are sooo beautiful and while typing this post I think I'm beginning to understand why I kept on crying whenever I watch BOF. Haha. Maybe it's because I was rooting for Ji Hoo, but then Jan Di ended up with Jun Pyo. Gah. &lt;s&gt;At least Ji Hoo could end up with me&lt;/s&gt; *shot to death* Haha. I'm planning on watching the after story but I don't think I still have much time left, considering that the UPCAT is only two weeks away and I need to refresh those notes in a short span of time. So yeah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chipskjaa.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/normal_s_7-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 599px;" src="http://chipskjaa.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/normal_s_7-ga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doctor Prince~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy because I got to play in a playground last week. I mean, I rarely play in those kinds of places with my classmates, so the child in me is overjoyed. Haha! I have never felt so happy before in my entire life. I played tag with friends and rode the swing until it reached 90 degrees. Dang, it was really exhilarating and new. Haha. I also rode the seesaw with my best friend and it was very hard to get off because I'm heavier and I fear that she might get hurt if I'd go without proper balance. Haha! I wish we'd play more these days than getting all serious with tests and preparations for college. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SmMOTd9ijvI/AAAAAAAAABw/sRV3K1wHdV8/s1600-h/180720091289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SmMOTd9ijvI/AAAAAAAAABw/sRV3K1wHdV8/s320/180720091289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143709124071154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reliving childhood experiences~ Wait, was there even one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went out with Ate Louise, Ate Ayyah, Ivy and Ate Kriselle last week. It was really unexpected because I wasn't planning on going to Festi at all. But because of Aina's spontaneous thinking, I went to Festi to buy a new bag. Haha. I wasn't happy with my inked bag because it looks messy and all now. Haha. I met up with them because my best friend texted me that she wasn't coming and it's hard to stroll around alone. Ivy is really cute! Haha! Her chibi-ness really surprised me in a good way. Haha! We took random pictures with a mascot, the metallic man and a kuya in Comic Alley. PS, the Vongola rings are jawdrop-worthy! I envy Kuya CA guy because he has four of them. FOUR! *A* Waaa! I wish I could have the Sky or the Storm ring. I shall treasure it forever and ever~ *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SmMOTg4mLfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xo_g-wEv-cY/s1600-h/110720091245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SmMOTg4mLfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xo_g-wEv-cY/s320/110720091245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143709908643314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivy kawaii :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know my paragraphs are incoherent (signals how much of a mess I am right now) but I want to show my painting for arts! Yay! Back in elementary I don't usually take these kinds of things seriously but last Wednesday night I felt like doing it with passion. (WTH?) I was in a bad mood because my classmates ditched practice and left us waiting, but I was happy because my painting ended up well. Haha! The flowers were a mess, but I love the leaves part of my painting. I wish I could do more of those soon. Weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SmMOTbn-kLI/AAAAAAAAABo/6_FrOGcSL0o/s1600-h/150720091275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SmMOTbn-kLI/AAAAAAAAABo/6_FrOGcSL0o/s320/150720091275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143708496761010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes my post for this week. I do hope that there'll be more time for me and my pathetic body to unwind after the entrance exams. Wish me luck, everyone! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6038716806053048843?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6038716806053048843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6038716806053048843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6038716806053048843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6038716806053048843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6038716806053048843' title='I&apos;m Still Alive'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SmMOTd9ijvI/AAAAAAAAABw/sRV3K1wHdV8/s72-c/180720091289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-783844940814787771</id><published>2009-06-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:09:32.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>Okay. I want to die now so that I may not see my failing grade in Physics and that I may not put my parents' names into shame. Argh! Crap. Crap. CRAAAAP! Things are not going well today for me. First, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. The stupid dispatcher pissed me off. Smoke belchers are everywhere. People smoke without even looking if the second hand smoke reaches right to the people who are also waiting for a jeep ride home. PC sucks. Net connection sucks. What the hell is wrong with me?! Grrr. I want to cry until- oh wait. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isa lang ang masasabi ko: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUNYETAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakainis isiping ginagawa mo naman ang&lt;/span&gt; best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mo para pagandahin ang araw mo pero potek, hinde naman gumaganda. Pinipilit mong mag&lt;/span&gt;stand out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at mag-&lt;/span&gt;excel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero kahit anong gawin mo e meron pa ring mas nags-&lt;/span&gt;shine&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sa iyo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahit na ikaw mismo gumawa nun&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not being a hypocrite here, I do those nasty things as well, but I'm trying real hard not to do so. But seeing them doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, it pulls me to do the same thing too. Gaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakainis ang &lt;/span&gt;internet connection. Our teacher has this "online quiz" every Friday night to Saturday which is a component of our quiz and class participation. I didn't know that the quiz can only be taken until 9 pm tonight, so I dragged my sleepy body in front of the PC just to answer the test. 30 minute test? WTH?! I wasn't feeling well today too. Gaaah! Question number 1, 2, 3 I was panicking because it's as if I forgotten all the concepts just by seeing those ijk vectors on the screen. Guess what happened next? My PC lagged for about two minutes. I was cursing like bwisit na PC yan so on and so forth. My neighbors who are barbaric in nature are detoxifying tonight (in layman's term: nag-iinuman) and they are fucking noisy! Damn! Grrr! I couldn't control myself well, so I made this effing post to satisfy my anger. Crap talaga! Dammit! I crammed and panicked and ended up not thinking about the number that I am supposed to be answering and instead looking at the stupid timer and the number of unanswered questions. GAAAHD! 5 over 15? What kind of score is that?! T_T If only I could take that stupid test again. Grrr. I hate this day ever! I haven't been this kind of grumpy before. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inunuod ko na lang ito for an hour at iiinom ng &lt;/span&gt;something&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; na malamig&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh. Bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-783844940814787771?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/783844940814787771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=783844940814787771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/783844940814787771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/783844940814787771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#783844940814787771' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-2796613566469838560</id><published>2009-06-25T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:38:09.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>School Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SkJngn6rkbI/AAAAAAAAABg/zEKrzpxMJeo/s1600-h/090620091202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SkJngn6rkbI/AAAAAAAAABg/zEKrzpxMJeo/s320/090620091202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350953117438153138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A shot of the school. I like it because of the light despite the massive dark clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a month of school and persistence in changing for the better, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I changed a bit. Yay for me! My motivation for studying is slowly coming back and I'm striving real hard! Doing those homeworks every night was really tiring, but it is very rewarding to hear that you got the right answer, or you got very few mistakes in the quiz. Haha. I'm idiotic every now and then though, but I'm trying my best! Yaaay! Also, I'm not neglecting my duties online. I've been faithfully writing fics every now and then. Haha! It's a good practice to straighten out my grammar for our SIP as well. And I always look forward to weekends because of my favorite weekly manga updates. I'm still desperate to read the new chapter of My Barbaric Girlfriend which will be updated every two months. Haaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SkJnggtYlgI/AAAAAAAAABY/u1Ubzb5P-hE/s1600-h/170620091216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SkJnggtYlgI/AAAAAAAAABY/u1Ubzb5P-hE/s320/170620091216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350953115503334914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feynman + Pasteur= ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been normal since the second week, and I must say I was relieved because I'm not used to doing nothing at school. Haha. We have been very busy and we are now unable to play as much as we like. Our schedule and Fermi's schedule doesn't jive so we cannot play with them too. Our teachers are very hardworking and most of them are not the absent types, so we have to work hard too. Our section, as usual, has become the most controversial batch ever. Things are going well when a thing of the past came back to ruin our section once more. Last year, a classmate of ours (?) has been hacking our Friendster account to post preposterous comments and stuffs. We forgave the hacker after months of inactivity and eventually forgot about him, but weeks ago our Feynman account again had those stupid comments posted by the hacker again. I really felt angry hearing that from my classmates, which forced me to open my dormant FS account just to view and see the stupid comments myself. I had to fight back for my classmates, but the hacker just ignored me. WTF? That stupid hacker even made me suspect one of my friends, and backstab him. Today, I confronted him and he told me that he wasn't the hacker, that he would tell me if it was really him. Ack. What kind of person would do this? The hacker already dissolved our harmony thru his comments, suspecting other people in the room and losing trust in every one. When will this stop? Argh. I frickin' hate that hacker, and when I discover his identity, no matter how old nor how good he is, I will punch him in the face for causing this commotion and for ruining our lovely relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall share something interesting. Last Monday, my classmate caught a grey dove by just grabbing it! Haha! It was really fun because he even told us facts about doves, that doves race back to their homes no matter what, unless it finds a mate. He said that some even bet on doves for fun. LOL. I wasn't able to hold the dove though, because I thought it was scary and I feared that it would bite me or something, so I took a picture of my classmates holding the dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SkJkmw5HSqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g_rpz0SQAFc/s1600-h/220620091217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SkJkmw5HSqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g_rpz0SQAFc/s320/220620091217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350949924391832226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left: Sam, Dianne and Shardae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even thought of keeping it as a class pet, until it messed Math room's floor. Haha. I nearly puked at the sight of bird poo, so I went out of the room and ran downstairs, LOL. Haha! We decided to set it free and let it go home because we don't want that thing messing our furnished room. Haha! Also, my DVDs have a home already! Mama bought one of those "good grooming box type of box" today and gave it to me. Yaaay! I loved staring at my collection from that box. Haha. I want to fill that special anime box with lots of DVDs and anime goodies! Ah, my simple joys. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blog much lately because of my extreme busy-ness, but I will usually share all those unusual things that I experience/see from school, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-2796613566469838560?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2796613566469838560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=2796613566469838560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2796613566469838560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2796613566469838560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2796613566469838560' title='School Updates'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SkJngn6rkbI/AAAAAAAAABg/zEKrzpxMJeo/s72-c/090620091202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-3014929996335459468</id><published>2009-06-22T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:45:06.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Imbalance</title><content type='html'>I just heard from our laundrywoman and I can't help but feel sad because of their fate. Gah. I want to help but I can't because I'm only a silly kid and I can't do much to alter their fate. Why do these kinds of things happen to hardworking people? Why did it have to happen to them? Why does her child have to be sick? Of all her children, why must it be the smart one? Why don't hardworking people get what they deserve? When will they be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even deserve this life. I mean, I'm lazy, good-for-nothing, and I don't even work hard to eat the needed three times a day meal, and yet I'm still getting this kind of lifestyle? It's not that I want to get poorer and suffer because of my laziness, but shouldn't industrious people get the worth of their labor and have a better life? I really wish I could help them, because I believe that they deserve better, especially her. I have heard about her life and so far, everything has been very sad and gloomy. But I believe in the concept of equilibrium. I'll really pray for her and her family to overcome this test with confidence and with faith. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-3014929996335459468?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3014929996335459468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=3014929996335459468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3014929996335459468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/3014929996335459468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3014929996335459468' title='Imbalance'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-483830683828889442</id><published>2009-06-14T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:21:23.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>The Power of Conversation</title><content type='html'>My day was unusually horrible, and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; close to getting thrown out of the house. Geez, the mere thought of me strolling around the streets with worn out clothes make me shiver. But this conversation somehow made me feel warm and happy inside. LOL. I didn't think he'd remember me. Haha. I was like a stalker before: always following him. LOL. Hahaha! He was my first crush in MunSci. All because of dropping things and stuffs. Wahaha. I shall treasure this conversation forever. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 8:51:49 PM): God bless on your research work!&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 8:52:52 PM): thank you sir!  wow. kilala nyu pa ako sir?&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 8:54:27 PM): Of Course! Tumatanda na nga ako, Seniors na kayo! Parang kelan lang you are my student (Elem Algeb) sayang at 1st grading ko lang kayo nahawakan&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 8:56:03 PM): LOL, tumatanda rin po ako!  Onga po sir e. Hehe. Sayang po. Tuwang tuwa pa naman po ako sa pagtuturo nyu&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 8:58:03 PM): thanks, mukhang nabigla ko nga ata kayo nun. Kaya mababa pa ang ibinigay na grades ko sa inyo. May mga parents pa nga na nagreklamo sakin.&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 8:58:16 PM): e&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 8:58:23 PM): *Really sir?&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 8:58:44 PM): Natutuwa nga po ako't di nyu ako binagsak kahit na ang bababa po ng scores ko sa inyo e&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:01:15 PM): yes! you really worked hard! At saka, bago pa naman sa inyo yung subject. Kaya wala pa akong ibinagsak nun. Di naman ganun kababa yung scores mo. Tapos nilipat na ko ni Sir Bob sa 3rd yr nun&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:02:29 PM): Nyek. Sir baka ibang estudyante po ang iniisip nyu. Mabababa po talaga scores ko nun. Culture shocked po ako nung first year e, haha. Di po kasi ako sanay na makakita ng mababang score sa test  Sayang talaga sir.&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:02:35 PM): *&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:04:31 PM): d sayang, everything works 4 a reason. Siguro nga di kayo sanay na makakita ng ganung score dahil nung elementary kayo magaganda ang grades nyo&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:05:42 PM): LOL, hindi rin po.  Sabagay. I believe in that too.  Hehe. Kamusta po pala kayo sir? San na po kayo nagtuturo?&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:06:26 PM): teka baka naiistorbo kita sa iyong research mode...&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:06:43 PM):  haha. wala nga po akong mai-research e&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:06:59 PM): bkit naman?&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:07:12 PM): sino pala calculus teacher nyo ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:07:32 PM): parang naimbento na po kasi lahat e.  Er, si Sir Doc po&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:08:15 PM): ok yan! Pag-igihan mo yan at kaya mo yan&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:08:54 PM): dto na pla ako sa Pasay City Science High School nagtuturo. Geom at Calculus ang hawak ko.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:09:20 PM): may chance na ako magiging Calculus teacher nyo kung di ako lumipat ng skul&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:09:27 PM): Nice. So far e dinudugo na po kami sa Calculus. Haha &lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:10:11 PM): Shax! Sayang Sir! Pero okay rin naman po si Sir Doc, tsaka parang mas malapit po yung Pasay City Science High sa inyu e&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:11:30 PM): Dinudugo kayo kasi di kayo familiar sa Calculus at first time nyo pa lang sya na-eencounter. Malapit nga ako sa Pasay kasi talaga ako nakatira&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:12:06 PM): Namimiss ko nga yung araw araw ko na pagbyahe sa Munsci nung nagtuturo pa ako dyan&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:12:38 PM): Haha. Nag-rereview po ulit kami ng Analytical geom e. Hehe. Pero mahirap rin po yung assignment namin kaya dapat magpakasigasig.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:13:00 PM): magtyaga ka lang&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:13:01 PM): Really sir?  Di ko po alam  Aw. Balik ka sir at dumalaw paminsan minsan&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:14:11 PM): yes, dadalaw din ako dyan. Munsci ata ang nagbigay sakin ng first year teaching experience ko. Malaki ang naitulong sakin ng skul&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:14:42 PM): talaga sir? O_O Whoa! Ang astig naman sir  Weee~ Isa kayo sa mga pioneer teachers?&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:14:59 PM): naku, di ko nga naituro ang anal geom sa mga studyante ko ngaun. nagfunctions na kami agad.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:15:22 PM): Salamat pala sa pagsabi mo sakin tungkol sa Anal Geom&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:15:44 PM): gosh. O_O haha. nahihilo po ako sa composition of functions  wala po yun  Good luck po sa mga students nyu&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:16:36 PM): hmmm. hindi na ko pioneer, mga 6 yrs nakalipas ng mgastart ang Pasay Science&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:16:56 PM): pero ako ang naging pioneer ng school choir dito&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:17:05 PM): ahehehe! Medyo malayo sa Math&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:17:26 PM): Thanks&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:17:50 PM): Magpapa-1st quiz pa lang ako bukas. La pa ako naiisip na tanong.....&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:18:07 PM): haha, i see.  Wow~ Ang galing mo talaga sir. Naalala ko pa yung kumanta po kayo sa class namin  May connection po ang Math sa Music e sabi ni Ms. Ivy&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:18:26 PM): 1st quiz po? Kami po wala pa  GO sir! Haha! Dalian nyu lang!&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:20:00 PM): hehe! sige may madali at may pag-iisipan ng maigi.&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:20:23 PM): LOL, parang ako yung estudyante nyu sir e nu.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:20:33 PM): pero tama si Ms. Ivy, math and music are very much related&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:21:12 PM):  nasabi nya lang po nung 3rd year&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:21:15 PM): Lam mo ba na yung octaves na ginagamit natin sa music ngaun ay nangaling sa Math&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:21:24 PM): yung do re mi pa so la ti do&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:21:32 PM): talaga po? Pano sir? Ang galing naman po  Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:21:36 PM): galing yun sa math&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:21:43 PM): hahaha! ang galing nga&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:22:01 PM): tas sabi po nila yung magagaling po kumanta, magaling rin sa math&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:22:13 PM): napanuod ko yun nung nagseminar kami&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:22:19 PM): ganun ba?&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:22:46 PM): hala, nakabusy mode ka pa naman....&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:22:55 PM): yep.  kaya siguro sir ang galing mpo kumanta&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:23:09 PM): thanks&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:23:17 PM): haha. ikaw rin ata sir e, super busy.  Haha. Ako ang tunay na istorbo. Yung akin e for show lang po&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:23:51 PM): naka-invisible mode ako.&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:24:05 PM): kaya nga sir. ibig sabihin ayaw mpo maistorbo&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:24:17 PM): Salamat sa pakikipag-usap mo sakin&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:24:29 PM): I appreciated it a lot&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:24:56 PM): nagbukas lang ako internet to check my email&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:25:11 PM): ako rin sir. Di ko ineexpect na kakausapin mo po ako. Hehe  Sige na sir, baka po marami pa kayong gagawin e&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:25:16 PM): Nakakaabala na po ako&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:25:23 PM): ako nga nag-istorbo kasi, busy mode ka at kinausap kita&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:25:25 PM): tahnks&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:25:32 PM): np sir. Ingat po&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:25:49 PM): di pa naman ako busy&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:25:59 PM): nice&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:26:06 PM): kaya kinakausap kita&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:26:42 PM): yehey!  Ang saya naman sir! Yeeey!  Akala ko nga may galit kayo sakin or something kasi ang kulit kulit ko po dati e. Akala ko rin ako dahilan ng paglipat nyu&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:26:58 PM): ang kulit ko kasi nung 1st year&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:27:40 PM): hala... d kaya ako galit sayo. kaw talaga.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:28:02 PM): Security sa work ang dahilan ko kaya ako lumipat&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:28:51 PM): Di kasi ako permanent teacher sa munsci. Malamang baka contractual pa rin ako pagnagstay ako sa Munsci.&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:28:57 PM): aw, yehey. Akala ko po talaga  Nainis kayo sakin kaya naisipan nyung lumipat ng school. Nakakahiya naman, sinabi nyu pa po tuloy sakin kung bakit&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:29:19 PM): aaah, kaya po pala. Mahirap po siguro gumawa nung choice.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:29:20 PM): Dapat mapepermanent na ko dyan kaya lang di sakin binigay ang item&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:29:33 PM): dahil di raw ako taga Munti.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:29:41 PM): nalungkot nga ako nun&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:29:51 PM): kaya di na ako nagparanking&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:30:04 PM):  ang mean naman. Si Mam Diaz nga di taga Munti e. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:30:27 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:30:43 PM): may tama ka dyan!!&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:30:44 PM): tsk tsk, may ganun po pala. Pero tama lang rin po decision nyu.  Kasi kung dun ka po may item, dun ka po mas worry-free.&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:30:54 PM): pero sayang talaga sir.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:31:35 PM): ganun nga talaga. Lam mo ba na marami pa rin sa mga teachers nyo dyan ay matagal ng contractual&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:32:17 PM): aw. Sayang. Kaya nagsisi-alisan yung mga magagaling na teachers e, di naaalalagaan.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:32:19 PM): ngaun sa skul ko permanent teacher na ko. binigyan na nila ako ng item siguro dhali maayos yung performance ko.&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:32:42 PM): go sir! ikaw pa! hoooh!&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:32:49 PM): ako ay ok na guro lang&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:32:52 PM): ahehehe!&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:33:11 PM): Salamat, Aina!&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:33:29 PM): NP sir. Aaabangan kita sa pagpunta mo sa school.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:33:38 PM): di na kita pwedeng bigyan ng plus sa grade, hahaha! Bias na ko&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:34:19 PM): LOL, may ganun po?  Haha! Grabe po. Haha. 1 year na lang! Yehey!&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:34:25 PM): ska di na kita student&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:34:26 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:34:42 PM): kaya wag ka nang mainip&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:35:01 PM): mabilis na lang yan at di mo na mamamalyan na gradweyt na kayo&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:35:19 PM): Give your best and God will do the Rest!&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:35:28 PM): haha, onga po sir e. Para ka pong si Sir Eman, yung bago pong teacher  Haha.  I can't wait to graduate. Parang mas marami po kasing naghihintay sakin after HS e.&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:35:48 PM): I agree. Hoooh. Grabe ang nagagawa ni God, basta po maniwala ka lang sa Kaniya&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:37:32 PM): Amen! i bet you wil miss ur hs lyf after u graduate. ganun talaga, ang tao dati gusto nila kagad grumadweyt but eventually when thay have worked they badly miss their school life&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:38:36 PM): really sir? Haha. Grabe po e. Masaya po ako sa classmates ko, di po ako natatakot grumaduate kasi po paggraduate ko po, alam kong di pa rin kami mahihiwalay lahat.  Haha. Promise po namin yun e. Sana po di ma-break&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:39:14 PM): it depends sa inyo&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:39:30 PM): God Speed&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:39:47 PM): thank you sir. Sabihin mo lang po pag busy ka na po&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:40:59 PM): sge, no problem&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:41:43 PM):  Weee~&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:49:52 PM): Aina, good nyt, thanks 4 sharing ur time with me. pagpray ko na ma-accomplish mo yang research mo. God bless. im luking forward to chat with u next time, kung may spare time ulit ako. tulog ka na pagtapos at maaga pa ang klase&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:49:56 PM): hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;ainacute_boe17 (6/14/2009 9:50:17 PM): thank you sir.  sana maulit po ulit.&lt;br /&gt;noelopan_26 (6/14/2009 9:50:56 PM): ur welcome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-483830683828889442?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/483830683828889442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=483830683828889442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/483830683828889442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/483830683828889442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#483830683828889442' title='The Power of Conversation'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-8489491785326953299</id><published>2009-06-14T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:30:47.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>Opportunitiesarenowhere</title><content type='html'>How did you read the title? If you have read it as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opportunities are now here&lt;/span&gt;, then you're an optimist! You are always looking at the bright side of life. However, if you have read it as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opportunities are nowhere&lt;/span&gt;, then you are just like me. A pessimist. Always looking at the negative of a photo shot. Always thinking about the what if's. Always thinking that you may not be able to do it. This sentence has made me really sad for days. I usually sulk at things especially when it upsets me, if I don't want to accept things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, my life is very dull, plain. I haven't done much that I would be very proud of since I was born, and I believed that I wasn't destined for something great. I have always tried to stand out, to establish my own niche in this world. But I have always been a wallflower, a commoner. I was afraid of taking risks, afraid that it might affect how others see me. I was afraid of failing, of falling. I have always been scarred both physically and emotionally, and I always make sure that I won't have the same scar as before. I stayed in my comfort zone, always believing that I won't be forced to go out and see the world as others see it: beautiful, gentle, peaceful. Time passed- I also changed. I learned how to break free, slowly, in a pace that I could call my own. I still had scars, but it was easier to heal because I had real friends that helped me mend my wounds. I fell in love; once, twice. It didn't matter. But one thing didn't change; I have always been pessimistic. I have watched 1 Litre of Tears and saw how the protagonist turned all sad and gloomy pictures into lively ones. I can't believe someone could still be very positive despite the condition that she is in. She was so bright, so enlightening. That's when I started pondering about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting hopeless as I recalled and gave myself a recap of what has transpired in fifteen years of my existence. But my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ate &lt;/span&gt;was there. She gave me advice, advice which really helped me and stopped my crying, at least. I felt pathetic while contemplating. I was really glad she was there. She even extended her time just comforting me, when she was about to study for her masterals. Dang, why am I such a useless creature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can be like my favorite anime characters. I wish I could find my motivation, my gun, my Reborn who would help me push myself to my limits, or surpass and aim for new heights and goals. I wish I could be like No-Good Tsuna, who became someone cool because of his drive and motivation. I have my friends, I have my family. Maybe this is enough to keep me going, but I want a goal that would help me soar just like those characters that I adore and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start by not being too pessimistic and going out for new challenges and things to try. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-8489491785326953299?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8489491785326953299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=8489491785326953299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8489491785326953299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8489491785326953299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8489491785326953299' title='Opportunitiesarenowhere'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-2821074861957330186</id><published>2009-06-12T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:58:02.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><title type='text'>Give me a Break</title><content type='html'>Yes, my hellish life is back.  Thank you, damned subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-2821074861957330186?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2821074861957330186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=2821074861957330186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2821074861957330186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2821074861957330186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2821074861957330186' title='Give me a Break'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6302633362874909987</id><published>2009-06-07T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:16:01.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Boredom Strikes</title><content type='html'>For the second time, I dared to do the impossible: I cleaned my room again! Haha! Surprising, right? It's something that I don't usually do; Mama nags at me every morning just to clean my room. Haha. I reorganized all my things in a hope to find a decent container for my DVDs. Last Friday, while stuffing my new DVDs in my Comic Alley plastic bag, I realized that my beloved DVD collection of anime has to find a new home. My bag is literally bursting because I usually buy anime DVDs before going home on Fridays. It has been my sort-of reward for staying sane for 5 days (plus the mind-wrecking pile of school stuffs and homeworks to do) since 2nd year. Haha. Again, I reorganized all the papers and books in my room. At first, my whole room looked like a mess. A real mess. But after two hours of intense reorganizing, lifting and sweeping, it looked like a room again. Haha! I added some of my bears to keep a girlish look. LOL. My room looks like a guy's room because of all the mess that I usually leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SiuVs4EBGAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g3RoiYkQ6HI/s1600-h/070620091189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SiuVs4EBGAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g3RoiYkQ6HI/s320/070620091189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344529981001242626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messiest place on Earth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha! It was very tiring; I had to remove those books again and find my lost printed fanfictions from my favorite fandoms and authors. I usually place them in between books and notebooks for safekeeping. LOL. Haha! Most of my books were already dusty since I don't usually browse my books from first year anymore. Haha. I usually rely on my Physics and Chemistry textbooks, so they're the only ones that are not dusty. Haha. I dusted my books and arranged them according to use. Haha! It's very hard to get the books under those small books because they'll topple if you'd use brute force. LOL I sound like a huge man. Haha! It's not really my thing when it comes to cleaning and organizing stuffs, but when I do, I make sure that I have arranged everything. I even cleaned and sharpened those pencils under my bed (You must be imagining horrible images in your mind now! O_O) and placed them in a container. I also organized my fanarts and placed them in a plastic envelope. Haha. I feel accomplished after all those cleaning. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SiucKSjVAHI/AAAAAAAAABI/oQ5XtLCaAsY/s1600-h/070620091194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SiucKSjVAHI/AAAAAAAAABI/oQ5XtLCaAsY/s320/070620091194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344537083397865586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! The fruit of my hardship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears remind me of Junjou Romantica. Haha! ZOMG yay! Weee~ Haha! I hope this would last for a month. Yaaay! Haha! In the end, I didn't find a shoe box or any container for my poor DVDs. I think I should look for a cute box for my DVDs soon. I also found a container for my money; I should also save money this year. Haha! Maa, I feel really organized today. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6302633362874909987?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6302633362874909987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6302633362874909987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6302633362874909987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6302633362874909987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6302633362874909987' title='Boredom Strikes'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SiuVs4EBGAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g3RoiYkQ6HI/s72-c/070620091189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6853756171151739865</id><published>2009-06-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:53:54.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Answered Prayer</title><content type='html'>OMG. Prayer really can make miracles some true. The thing that I've been praying for was granted: he isn't our Calculus teacher! OMG! Haha! I'm really really happy not to have him as my teacher in Calculus. Sir Doc is our teacher for the said subject. OMG I can't really believe this. Haha. I thought he'd handle us again this year, but prayers really can work miracles. I can't explain how I'm feeling right now. Haha. I'm very relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking forward to Filipino this year. Our teacher looks really cool, and a senior of mine told me that she's really good. Haha. I didn't even feel drowsy when we first met today. I'm so motivated I even printed out a copy of our lesson and I'm planning to study before dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sad when I learned that Sir J, one of those teachers that really believed in what I can do, has already went abroad. I really wanted to be his student once again. I miss those journal entries where I really release what I feel. It feels good when someone responds on your journal. I also learned a lot from him. Tsk. I wish he'd come back and teach in MunSci again. He's just too influential and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body still hasn't gotten used to the usual morning routine. Haha. I still find it hard to wake up at 5:15, but I'm trying. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go now. I'm DL-ing an episode of Skip Beat and I still have something to do for Research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6853756171151739865?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6853756171151739865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6853756171151739865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6853756171151739865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6853756171151739865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6853756171151739865' title='Answered Prayer'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-502904742153595065</id><published>2009-06-01T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:44:15.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>First Day; Last Year</title><content type='html'>After 3 years of extreme lessons, nosebleed-inducing homeworks and quizzes, I'm finally on my fourth and last year in high school! Though my body still longs for vacation, I did my best to wake up early today. Haha. I was thinking anime while preparing for school this morning. Haha. I was really like those protagonists in shoujo animes. I was imagining a background voice inside my head while putting on my uniform and gazing at the mirror. Haha. As usual, the school uniform still makes me look fatter. LOL. I took a snapshot of myself and headed to school. I was late! LOL. Haha! The school was really muddy and I got mud on my new school shoes. TT_TT Tsk tsk. Anyway, we didn't do much today. This is the first time that we weren't pressured to buy stuffs and bring them to school tomorrow. LOL. Haha! I wonder what has gotten to my beloved *coughs* school. We bummed the whole day and bonded well with each other. Haha! Some brought cards with them, and we played Go Fish, a new game which they learned in the SME camp. Haha! We talked the whole day and catched up with each other's lives. Haha! It's been two months, and I missed everyone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SiO5vk2dhEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QiVBuScMMio/s1600-h/010620091170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SiO5vk2dhEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QiVBuScMMio/s320/010620091170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342317809988633666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; LOL! What's with the look, Neil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha! We'd never ever let the day finish without playing our favorite game: patintero. My measly patintero skills are have decreased greatly and I need to practice running and jumping fast again! Haha! Berna was really really funny today. She wouldn't let me in! Tsk! Haha! I had to wait until somebody is already on his way back to the base. LOL. Haha! I didn't let her pass through as well, and I even tagged her! Haha! She looked kinda pissed for a while, but she became bubbly again afterwards! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SiO5vuh6dmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lkdx4_vKzsM/s1600-h/010620091174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SiO5vuh6dmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lkdx4_vKzsM/s320/010620091174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342317812586804834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crazy shot of Alexie insisting that it wasn't in. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wahaha! I hope tomorrow would be as fun and as crazy as today. Yay for Pasteur! :D It seems that what we've been wishing for didn't come true. Tsk. Anyway, it's only for ten months, it wouldn't be so hard to bear, is it? Yay for Pasteur! *is going crazy at the moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-502904742153595065?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/502904742153595065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=502904742153595065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/502904742153595065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/502904742153595065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#502904742153595065' title='First Day; Last Year'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/SiO5vk2dhEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QiVBuScMMio/s72-c/010620091170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5163759544734124655</id><published>2009-05-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:25:37.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall escapades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday, IU!</title><content type='html'>After four hours of whining, noise protest and begging, I was allowed to go to the IU Meet! Yeaaah! I was really looking forward to this day, too bad not everyone was able to attend. Wahaha! I finally met Colleen! Yay! Haha! I really thought I won't be able to go. Haha. Mama's hard to sway when she makes a decision. Hahaha. :D I just can't hold the happy hormones in me! Haha! I was really late when I arrived there because I had to whine first before I was allowed to come. Anyway, after a quick dishwashing and bath, I went to SM Las Pinas to celebrate with my other forum members. Yaaay! Haha! I went to Quantum-Storyland to meer up with everyone. LOL. I thought many people would come, but it's okay. What's important is that I was able to celebrate with everyone! Yaaay! Haha! I saw them trying out the whack-the-9-buttons game in Quantum. LOL. After buying my tokens, I quickly joined them. Haha! I sucked during the first attempt at the game, but after pairing up with Onee-chan (Ate Kriselle) we managed to go to the second level. Haha. But after that, we failed the 2nd level. LOL. IDK but I really suck at hand-eye-coordination games. In fact I pretty much suck about everything. LOL. Haha! We followed Ate Ayyah and Ate Louise who were playing the Dance Maniax game. Again, I failed. Haha. There was a game in SM Muntinlupa before which is identical to that, and I also failed in it. Haha! Embarrassing, everyone was really great especially Ate Ayyah who was dancing to the beat. Haha! I will definitely practice in Festival Mall. Just you wait and see, Quantum-Las Pinas. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the food court because Colleen hasn't eaten yet. We roamed around the food court for something cheap and satisfying. LOL. We ate Hongkong style noodles, while Ate Louise and Ate Kriselle went for something sweet. :D Yaaay! Haha! We went to a secondhand bookstore and dang, I really really like the superb books that I found there. Weee~ Too bad I didn't have much money to spend, but I bought something to read before going to bed. It's been a decade since I last went to a bookstore similar to that. Yeheyyy :D Haha. We went to Dunkin Donuts to formally celebrate the IU 2nd anniversary. Here is a picture of the superb muffin cake that we bought for IU XDDDD Yum. They look like the Arcobaleno. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/Sh6YGAQ6paI/AAAAAAAAAAY/50QUzIPj8gs/s1600-h/280520091160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/Sh6YGAQ6paI/AAAAAAAAAAY/50QUzIPj8gs/s320/280520091160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340873437025576354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Like any other birthday, we lit the central muffin's candle up. We made our birthday wishes and blew the candle. Yaaay! Happy birthday, IU! May this forum last and flourish even more. I love you guys! :D Haha! Kampai to anime and manga! :D :D :D We spent our last tokens and went to Comic Alley first. I found this really really cute 8059 phone strap (Yamamoto &amp;amp; Gokudera) and bought it immediately. We went home afterwards because Ate Kriselle and Ate Ayyah had to go home too. :D :D :D Colleen parted ways with us in Storyland, while Ate Louise parted with us in South Station. Yeah. The three of us talked in the long jeepney ride, and before we knew it we were already in San Pedro. Yaaay! :D Haha! I hope we'd have more participants in the next IU meet. :D Haha. I still can't help but admire my new phone strap. Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/Sh6bq8F891I/AAAAAAAAAAg/4J2iHN0d7SI/s1600-h/280520091164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/Sh6bq8F891I/AAAAAAAAAAg/4J2iHN0d7SI/s320/280520091164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340877370095892306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Sky" Arcobaleno. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday, IU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5163759544734124655?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5163759544734124655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5163759544734124655&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5163759544734124655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5163759544734124655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5163759544734124655' title='Happy 2nd Birthday, IU!'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rqR-XVRSFY/Sh6YGAQ6paI/AAAAAAAAAAY/50QUzIPj8gs/s72-c/280520091160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6623733975197248544</id><published>2009-05-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:47:34.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Shopping</title><content type='html'>Finally! I went to Festival today (despite my great fear of A(H1N1) lurking in Muntinlupa area)  with Mama to buy some school stuffs. When I was a kid I usually look forward to this day because I just love the feel and the smell of brand new stuffs. Shoe fitting and shopping surprisingly ended quickly today. Wahaha. I usually buy the first one that catches my eye's attention and fits my feet. Oh yeah. :D I bought Rusty Lopez this year, and hopefully it'll last for 5 months or longer. LOL. I have metal feet, you know? Bag hunting was really tiring because the Heartstrings boutique's display didn't tickle my fancy and I wanted something that symbolizes me. :D I don't usually go for expensive bags because I really want the design and the ones that I usually buy have really cute designs in it :D Oh yeah. As usual, I bought a Heartstrings bag in Robinsons. Haha! I also saw Sir Eman inside the mall. Haha! Mama went shopping for my sister's clothes, so I sat somewhere in the mall. Haha. I must've looked retarded because out of boredom, I sang while seating. LOL. XD XD XD The guy seated beside me was looking at me. LOL. I feel retarded but I don't care, really :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a handsome guy while I was waiting for Mama! Gawd, he looked like a F4 while he was fitting his coat! Haha! I was able to stare for minutes (mind you, Mama is really slow when she shops). Yehey! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought notebooks and ballpens then headed to Mcdo. I tried their new LARGE fries. Wahaha! It is really big! Weee. Mcdo really makes my day. Mama and I chatted while eating and went window shopping. Oha. We didn't buy any except for a new pumps. Oh yeah. We dropped by the salon and had our nails done. Wahaha. Finally! I found the color that I've been looking for! Aquaaaaa! Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure about the upcoming IU meet this Thursday. Huhu. I hope I'd be able to come desu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6623733975197248544?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6623733975197248544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6623733975197248544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6623733975197248544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6623733975197248544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6623733975197248544' title='School Shopping'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-1602445794857858643</id><published>2009-05-22T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:08:22.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>I've been panicking since last night because what I have been dreading came: there's already a case of Influenza A (H1N1) in the Philippines. It is really scary since I don't know much about the epidemic aside the fact that you could get the flu from the air. Tsk. Scary right? The first case of Influenza A (H1N1) is a ten-year old girl from Muntinlupa. She had traveled from US and Canada, and one person came right into my mind: my classmate. But the fact that she's still not here and she's not ten made me somehow relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually panic because once I hear the symptoms of a certain disease, it seems that I get the symptoms and I fear that I'd get sick. Funny right? When the dengue epidemic broke in our place (Laguna), I was really scared. I kept imagining hospital scenes and needles and I was crying in my bed. I was also feverish that time and I thought I have dengue, but as my mother says, it's all in the head. That time I was really obsessed about anti-mosquito lotions and those "plug-in" mosquito killer. LOL. It was really scary because once I panic, I couldn't sleep and all just thinking of the disease. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised not to go out again. LOL. Not until classes start. Mama's pretty strict about it too. LOL. I don't think I'd be able to go to the IU meet either. Tsk. It's very close to RITM and I'm really really scared about the virus. Gaaah. I heard about it last night when someone plurked it (yeah, Plurking can be very useful sometimes). I didn't know much about the virus until I heard the news. I actually thought it was some kind of virus that only affects the pigs. LOL! (Poor knowledge about current events, I know) Haha! I haven't watched the news since April, that's why I don't know much about the current events. Tsk. I still pray that the epidemic would soon stop and the world of medicine could soon create a cure for the virus. It's a virus, therefore it's kind of hard to kill, but with all the advanced technology developed, I'm sure it won't take too long. *puts on an optimistic gesture* Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope this would soon stop. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-1602445794857858643?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1602445794857858643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=1602445794857858643&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1602445794857858643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1602445794857858643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1602445794857858643' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-8097872853428275045</id><published>2009-05-21T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:45:22.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>Pain and Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, I experienced real pain. I didn't know that dysmenorrhea could be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; painful. Tsk tsk. I couldn't stand at all! I was really screaming and yelping because of extreme pain. I also throwed tantrums at everyone. It was really embarrassing because I haven't done that in years. LOL. The last time I did that was in Prep, I think? LOL! I already did everything: I drank medicine, placed hot compress on my belly and I was even pulling my own air so that I wouldn't realize that I'm hurting. Pathetic, right? I thought I was going to die. LOL. I even punched myself. LOL. I wasn't finished with my fic and I was worried that I wouldn't make it in time. Fortunately, after calming down (I was really panicking the whole time LOL), I fell asleep and after waking up, the pain was gone! Hooray! I was able to submit my fic and finish watching 10 episodes of KHR. OMFG! Gokudera is sooooo hot! I know, I've been very redundant since the first time that I watched KHR! I just can't help it! Yeaaah! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that dysmenorrhea, Mama gave me a curfew. Tsk. She blames my fandoms and the PC for my dysmenorrhea. Horrible, right? TT__TT Who actually sleeps at 10:30? I became insomniac since vacation and it's hard to abruptly repair my body clock. TT_TT It's kind of a good thing if you'd see it in a different light because classes will start in a week, and it'll be bad if I'd be late on the first day of classes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECISION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, and the moment I wrote on my UPCAT form, I knew that this would work. Hooh. I will make this work, because this is something that I did on my own, and this is my choice. I won't blame anyone any more, and I'd carry this decision til the end. Oh yeah. I'd still try for other schools, but I know what I really want this time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to be an engineer, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also will do my best this incoming 4th year, because this is the last year. I have fooled around for 2 years already, and this is the time to get serious. Hoooh. I shall give my best this year. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-8097872853428275045?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8097872853428275045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=8097872853428275045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8097872853428275045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/8097872853428275045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8097872853428275045' title='Pain and Decision'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6591680587025630702</id><published>2009-05-19T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:27:27.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Doo Bi Doo</title><content type='html'>I hung out with Ate Louise, Ate Kriselle and Ate Louise today. It was really fun hanging out with them! LOL! I was actually surprised when I checked my messages after waking up. Ate Louise texted me if I can come and hang out at 1 in Dunkin Donuts. I instantly looked for Mama but they left the house. I didn't have load that time (I know, I'm getting stingy day by day) and I didn't know how to contact Ate Louise, so I called her up and asked her. LOL. I thought we're going to review today, but when she said that we're gonna chat and all, I agreed to come. Woohoo! I haven't went out to have fun since vacation started because of the review and because of my marathons. I instantly took a bath and waited for Mama to arrive. I quickly got her approval and instantly ate brunch. I still had to do the dishes before leaving but it's okay. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when I saw Dunkin Donuts today. It must be because of the recession. I didn't wait that long in Dunkin Donuts because Ate Kriselle came a few minutes after I arrived. We had a little talk, then Ate Ayyah arrived too. We decided to go to Puregold and wait for Ate Louise there. I returned the Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion to Ate Louise and talked about our recent fandoms. I really need to catch up so that they won't end up spoiling me! LOL! Haha! I should really work on those anime. *puts on otaku mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part was the videoke part. I didn't know Puregold had a karaoke booth! O_O We stayed there for about 4 hours, talking about really random things. I'm glad I was able to fit in because I know they they've been friends since IU started, and I was just a newbie. LOL. Drama much. We goofed around and talked about anime, of course. LOL. Gokuderaaaa *hearts* We also talked about some experiences. I was really amazed because I didn't know Ate Kriselle would punch someone in the face. LOL. I thought I was the only one did that back in elementary. LOL. Everyone was in a hyper mode and I haven't done karaoke with other friends before (you're the first, guys! :)) We sang lots of songs but the karaoke machine is stingy! Tsk. It wouldn't give us a 100 for our marvelous rendition of Doo Bi Doo, Famous Last Words and Buttercup! (Wait for us, Karaoke-san! We'll be baack!) I really had fun. Onee-chan treated us. *Yaaay! Free ice creaaam! Arigato, Ate Kriselle!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we parted ways, we went to Dunkin Donuts to eat. We chatted about college and I'm pretty sure now about my course. I haven't written it yet, but I want to give it a shot. Tsk tsk. I really still feel scared about my decision, but it's better than not deciding and having someone else to decide, right? I'm also considering Nee-chan's course for Ateneo, because I've always wanted to be one of the cool ones (website designers, etc.). LOL. I had to leave first because I had to be home by 4, but I was able to arrive home at 6. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there'll be more of this when we're already in college and, wait! There's still IU meet before school starts. I'd better start savoring the last days of vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6591680587025630702?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6591680587025630702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6591680587025630702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6591680587025630702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6591680587025630702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6591680587025630702' title='Doo Bi Doo'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-7458199597133627893</id><published>2009-05-17T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:03:19.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind matters'/><title type='text'>Indecision</title><content type='html'>Last night, I've been staring at the list of options for undergraduate degree programs, and I couldn't bring myself to write on the application form. I couldn't decide which to pick, or what to take. Am I unprepared? No, I've been thinking about my future since elementary. Do I lack information? No, because I've been searching the net for the past three months about these courses and about the possible jobs that I could get if I would take it. Am I scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm scared. I'm really scared. This decision would change my dull life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever.&lt;/span&gt; College is a big deal for me because this would really affect my future. I've been weighing everything up, and it seems that I don't know what I want anymore. When I was 10 I'm very sure about what to take, but now I'm very confused. I wanted to take BS Business Administration and Accountancy, but after hearing a senior's advice, I became really confused on choosing it as my first choice. It's a triple quota course which involves Accounting and Maths. I'm not good in Math; I usually have mistakes in Math. My skills aren't topnotch and I'm not sure if could pass in UP. Only one student from our school actually passed for that course (it's Kate Burgos, if I'm not mistaken), which made me feel more discouraged in taking up BSBAA.  I don't want to have regrets, and I don't want to shift either. I thought this is what I wanted, but I seem to want different things. This past few weeks, as I've been searching the net and UPD's website, I saw the curriculum of BS Chemical Engineering. Again, I'm not good in Math, but I love Chemistry. I really love Chemistry, but I'm not good at it. I also flunk Physics, that's why I couldn't write BS CHE in my application form. The curriculum consists of mostly Chemistry and Thermodynamics courses, and I'm really scared of big calculations and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do something that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;want; something that I wouldn't regret; something that would make me happy because this is my chance to decide for my fate. Once I write it in my form, there's no turning back anymore. I feel pathetic because I've always been down under for the past fifteen years, and I couldn't make my own decisions because I've always been shadowed by other people above me. This is my chance to prove something to myself, and I don't want to waste this. Mama, for the first time, asked me to accomplish the form &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on my own.&lt;/span&gt; I'm betting my heart for UP and I'd give my best for this university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed out all the courses that I don't want to take, and I'm down to 14 choices. I won't mess this up. I will do my best this year, and for the following years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-7458199597133627893?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7458199597133627893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=7458199597133627893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7458199597133627893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/7458199597133627893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7458199597133627893' title='Indecision'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-6878372544934927418</id><published>2009-05-16T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:58:59.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ant Bully</title><content type='html'>If you're thinking about the movie, no, this isn't a post about the movie. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always hated ants. I always feel the creeps whenever I see a group of ants feasting over a grain of rice. Whenever I see one, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; hesitate to smash it with my own fingers. Haha. I even sprayed Baygon on an anthill! I can't explain my hatred for ants. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, after a marathon of Katekyo Hitman Reborn, I cleaned my room. I rarely clean my room, especially on vacation. You must be imagining how messy my room looks like. Haha. Mama usually scold me because of my room. LOL. My room looks messier when classes start because I usually do some of my homework in bed. I even put scratch papers on the floor. I usually sleep with my things on my bed because of exhaustion. LOL. Okay, back to my story. I had nothing to do, my eyes were hurting and I don't want to use the PC, so I went to my room to clean it. I was alone because Mama accompanied Alyssa for her voice lessons. I wouldn't clean my room if they were around because they'd just tease me for my sudden change of heart. LOL. I started off with my first and second year files. It was pretty messy because I stuffed all of my papers in a short folder without even sorting it out. I separated the trash from the test papers and the handouts and threw the trash away. I even removed papers in between my old notebooks (I usually stash all my test papers and scratch papers there after using) and threw it away. I saw some of the letters that my friends gave me, including the card I received from Peter (the one that made me laugh after a day of strenous activities). I still laugh whenever I read it. LOL. I also gathered all my anime DVDs and placed them in their own respective containers. I was all sweaty (mind you, it was 2 in the afternoon) while I moved my notebooks to the cabinet and rearranged my school references in order. Haha. I actually separated my references from the books that I usually buy in the bookstores (novels etc.) because it won't fit anymore. I need to buy a new bookshelf for those books. *sighs* When I was about to finish cleaning, I saw a trail of ants marching down the wall. I didn't notice that there was a big group of ants near my books! I followed the creepy trail of ants and grabbed the Baygon from the supplies cabinet and instantly killed the darned ants. Disgusting. It was really fun to sweep the dead ants and throw them in the trash can. Haha. I'm the real ant bully. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless post, I know. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-6878372544934927418?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6878372544934927418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=6878372544934927418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6878372544934927418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/6878372544934927418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6878372544934927418' title='The Ant Bully'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-5501679171351003221</id><published>2009-05-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:02:34.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Karaoke</title><content type='html'>Bwahaha! Today seemed like a normal day from a summer vacation. I watched Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion, had breakfast on the couch and started writing for the Fanfiction Exchange in the forums. Yeah! We had karaoke in the afternoon (I know, the voice sucks) and this time, it's different from the usual karaoke people usually have in their homes. Haha.  I was asked to sing Sway and Torete for 20 pesos! LOL. Bwahaha. Since it's summer vacation and I didn't have allowance, I sang. Hahaha. I don't know but I found myself singing more songs. Haha! *is in need of money* I also re-organized my pile of anime DVDs and placed them in a special place. LOL. I realized that I have so many DVDs which are pirated. Haha! Original anime DVDs are quite pricey and heck, I don't have enough money to support my frivolities! Haha! Tsk. I know piracy is bad, it's just that..., ah, nevermind. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was really shocked to see a cockroach on my bed! I was about to sleep, and while I was saying my night prayers, I saw one crawling on my bed. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; screamed (thank God I didn't, it was 2 in the morning!) due to extreme shock! Tsk. Haha! It could only mean one thing: I should really start cleaning my room and sort out all the papers near my bed. Bwahaha. Or else I might star in my own movie entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cockroach Bully. &lt;/span&gt;LOL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone battery lasted for two days! That's quite a record because my battery usually drains after a day of usage. I usually charge it while sleeping so that it'll be ready for usage when I wake up. I sometimes use my phone to surf the net and to listen to music, that's why it usually drains quickly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a pile of DVDs to watch so I should probably sign out now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-5501679171351003221?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5501679171351003221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=5501679171351003221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5501679171351003221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/5501679171351003221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5501679171351003221' title='Karaoke'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-2129183342383471550</id><published>2009-05-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:02:09.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>Group Study + New Layout</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Victoria Homes to review with Ate Ayyah and Ate Louise. I was an adventure because Ate Ayyah had to go home first, and I haven't been there alone. I usually go to Victoria before when I was still a freshman because I used to ride the service to school. Haha. Ate Louise sent me the address, and I was a bit scared because I might get lost or something. LOL. I rode the jeepney to Victoria (maa, it was a loooong wait before the jeepney went off) and told the driver to drop me off at Almond St., Ruby Park. The driver was nice enough to guide me before I went out of the jeep. I was like a lost child when Ate Louise saw me and let me in. We waited for Ate Ayyah before we started reviewing. The food was really great! Yum! *Thanks, Ate Louise!* I think I gained a few pounds because of her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to review the Laws of Exponents, a really tricky and confusing topic in Algebra where everyone usually commits a mistake. We solved problems together and we helped each other out when we couldn't solve something. Yaaaay! Reviewing is more fun when you have someone to review with, because you can always ask for help and you'll never get bored. Of course, our otaku side usually pops every now and then, which made the review more fun. I was expecting Ate Kriselle would also catch up, but her mom picked her up. Wahaha, it'd be more fun if she were there (being the genius that she is). We also viewed her folders which contained the most awesome cosplayers and their wonderful costumes. I was really amazed (though I didn't know who they were cosplaying) because they could pull off something like that. Wahaha. I couldn't do that because of my lousy figure. LOL. We also saw her costume for the upcoming Toy Con this Saturday, which was really kawaii. I bet she'd look good in it on Saturday. We also snooped on her Anime DVD collection. I borrowed Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion because my classmate still has my copy and I prolly won't see her 'til June 1. I had to go home early because Mama and Alyssa went out for her voice lessons, and I had to close the gate valve of our tank or else we'd have no water for the next two days. Ugh. I really had a great time today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I have a new layout! I really love the LJ feel of my new layout. It took me about 2 hours to look for a layout that would match my taste. I also tweaked some of the CSS codes and added some snippets in it. Kyaaaaa. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/136/BEF51270195D6E188F98F277F455940F.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-2129183342383471550?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2129183342383471550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=2129183342383471550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2129183342383471550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/2129183342383471550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2129183342383471550' title='Group Study + New Layout'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-4992477279171219971</id><published>2009-05-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:53:48.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall escapades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day + SM Southmall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s, so far, is the most fun Mother's Day because I was able to give something to my mom. Haha! I was able to save money from review allowance and I was able to buy a blouse and 3 white roses for my mom. Happy Mother's Day! Haha! I was also able to make a card (a real card this time, with the art and oil pastel color combinations), but she was able to see it the night before. I chatted with my classmates on my cellphone (they were registered to Unlimited Calls- Night) and I was laughing too hard, which caused her to wake up. Gah. Haha. I was talking to Kiel, a classmate of mine when she went out of her room to shush me. Haha. Kiel was asking me what I was doing (he totally forgot about Mother's Day), so I said that I was making a card. It took him about 5 seconds to realize that tomorrow is Mother's Day. LOL. I laughed because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how could someone forget that?&lt;/span&gt; I mean, that's the only day where moms everywhere take a break from their busy lives to chill and to be appreciated. That's when my mom went out of her room with an annoyed look on her face. I was really shocked because it was supposed to be a surprise, but she actually saw me making the card. I paused for a while, and my classmate thought I had already hung up. Out of shock, I said to him, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakita ni Mama yung card na ginagawa ko. Astig.&lt;/span&gt;" He just laughed at me and told me that my mom is prolly very happy. Haha. Anyway, I continued making the card for her while watching Windstruck and talking to my classmates. They were very noisy! Haha, there were even times when we couldn't understand each other because everyone is talking. LOL. I miss them already. Okay, back to the main topic. You must be wondering where I placed the roses and the gift. I talked to my Mom's sister and asked her to keep the presents for me so that she'll be surprised on her special day. My godmother agreed to do it, and I was able to hide our two other presents from her. Haha. I woke up early and went to church with them, but I left the church early to pick up the presents. I was really running because I wanted to arrive earlier than them. Luckily, my sister and I were able to give Mama our gift without any other mishaps. Happy Mother's Day, Ma! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM Southmall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, I went to MunSci to get an UPCAT form, the key to my dream. LOL! I also went there to meet with Sheryl. The school was filled with lots of people when I went there (turns out, the school is having a seminar). I bumped into some of my batchmates who were also getting a copy of the form. Yeaaah. The UPCAT review in LSC is also done, so I should go and refresh my mind every now and then so that the things that I've re-learned will not slip my poor memory. Anyway, after going to school, I met with my mom to buy some school stuffs and to buy a new mouse (my bratty sister &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; ruined our mouse, which forced me to stay away from the pc for 2 nights T_T).  Everything went well; I was able to buy a new lunch bag, water container, lunch box, socks, etc., but I was really flabbergasted when we went to the ladies section to buy undergarments. My mom let me pick my own undergarments this time. I wanted the one that has the X at the back, but I didn't even know my size. I was really covering my eyes with my bangs because it was really embarrassing to look at undergarments (some of them were covered with lace and all- embarrassing right?). Good thing the sales lady helped me out with my size and I was able to pick just what I wanted. LOL. Haha! Mom and I went home early because I was really excited to use my dear pc. LOL! This ends my post for today. :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-4992477279171219971?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4992477279171219971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=4992477279171219971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4992477279171219971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/4992477279171219971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4992477279171219971' title='Mother&apos;s Day + SM Southmall'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-400142272710572579</id><published>2009-04-07T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:51:26.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was a not-so-fun day. We went to the Division Office for a courtesy call for winning the IBM E-mentor contest. I can't believe that I'd have such bad luck. Our group leader is having bouts of amoebiasis, and I was asked to talk in front of the Division Superintendent of Muntinlupa. I'm not good at speaking in front of people (in English), and I usually stutter in front of people. I must've looked like an idiot in front, and I was really babbling in front of her. I wasn't able to answer her questions clearly, and I really feel bad about it. Tsk. I hope I'd be able to get over my idiotic stuttering this year, or else it'll be stuck into my system like a brand. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-400142272710572579?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/400142272710572579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=400142272710572579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/400142272710572579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/400142272710572579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#400142272710572579' title='Yeah Right.'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-1813177253544695161</id><published>2009-04-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:03:40.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Palm Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel guilty about not waking up early today. It's Palm Sunday, and for the nth time I missed morning mass with my mom. Tsk. I was starting to get used to the sleep late-wake up late pattern, and I forgot about Sunday mass. Wah. I really think I should repair my relationship with Him. I feel like I'm too far from Him, and I think I need to refreshen my spiritual life. Wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad about what I watched today. It's amazing how someone could lose his life in just a snap, and I think I should start valuing my life before I'd leave this place. I haven't done anything yet productive since the day I was born yet, and I think it's about time that I'd create my legacy before it's too late. Do I sound like I'm going to die tomorrow? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to attend the 4:30 pm mass in St. Peregrine Shrine today, which made me feel better about not attending the 8 am mass. Hoho. Right now I'm trying to cheer myself up with The Big Bang Theory episodes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. Darn. Why are you always in my mind? I've been unconsciously thinking about you for the past few weeks, and you are certainly ruining my drive. Gah. I can't even focus! Get out of my head. Tsk. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-1813177253544695161?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1813177253544695161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=1813177253544695161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1813177253544695161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/1813177253544695161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1813177253544695161' title='Palm Sunday'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815929542869954158.post-108936258900805912</id><published>2009-04-05T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:41:14.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Vacation Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First post. Oh yeah. I decided to make a personal blog because I can't mix anime and series fangirling with my personal life right? First day of vacation went well. I'm kinda frustrated though because I think I lost my muses in writing. Oh well. I was able to catch up sleep (since school kept me coffee-holic for weeks) and I was also able to watch my most favorite show in the planet: Prison Break. Hoho. The show is brilliant as usual. Haha! The suspense and action were building up in my system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why I chose the name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pancake Batter Anomaly &lt;/span&gt;for my new blog. Haha. I got it from an episode of The Big Bang Theory, a hilarious show which I am currently watching. I'm loving Sheldon! Haha! The Pancake Batter Anomaly is my favorite episode so far, and I can't think of a better name for my newly-made blog, so there. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought I could have a nice, bully-free weekend, but I guess my dreams were shattered in just a snap. Tsk. Sir Eman is going back from Bicol tomorrow. Arg. Haha. He's been bullying me since last year, but it's okay. Haha. Who would get mad at a cute and chibi teacher who loves to bully his students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sad because two of our beloved classmates are rumored to be removed from the pilot section. It's really sad because they are the fun ones who are very enthusiastic about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patintero, moro-moro, &lt;/span&gt;Clau Alexie Berna (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahay-Baboy-Bagyo &lt;/span&gt;Feynman version). We've been classmates for three years already, and the bond made was strong enough to be severed by sectioning. Tsk. I will really miss them. I want them back; in fact I don't want anyone (except that stupid bitch) to be removed from our section. Feynman 40 will always be Feynman 40. I have experienced so many dramas in 3rd year, and I don't want that to happen again this 4th year. I have also decided to do well this 4th year. I don't want to graduate with regrets, and I want to be someone my parents would be proud of. I will definitely take 4th year seriously, and I will start with the UPCAT review. I hope I'd not falter and that I'd be able to accomplish what I want to do. In the mean time, I will enjoy summer and have fun, fun, fun under the sun. Or in my own couch. Lol. Summer vacation officially starts now! Yay!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4815929542869954158-108936258900805912?l=thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/feeds/108936258900805912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4815929542869954158&amp;postID=108936258900805912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/108936258900805912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4815929542869954158/posts/default/108936258900805912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#108936258900805912' title='Vacation Baby!'/><author><name>Aina ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13830697008088153183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
